The Death of White.

''I see...'' Isaac sighed, and formed a fist with his right hand. The wind blew gently, signaling the end of their relationship. They were mortal enemies, and only one would walk away.

''You... realize what would happen if Demons arrive at my home...'' Isaac looked at her with a slightly colder expression and said, ''They would slaughter, enslave, and do all sorts of terrible things to my family. ''

''Are they that important?'' Bella asked, truly confused, ''Is family important? Honestly, I never had any, so I wouldn't know. Are their lives more important than yours?''

"That's the difference between us.'' Isaac stretched his fist towards the sky, and slowly loosened it. It looked like he was trying to hold the entire sky with his hand. ''Let's end this.''

...

In Four Seasons, at the bustling Snowstar.