Muffet’s breathing suddenly became shallow. Fighting against the Senodokidatsu and then following Yokuni to their realm was beginning to take it’s toll on the Captain.
"How much longer can I keep this up?" she muttered to herself.
The night had dragged towards morning and with every passing minute, her mind grew heavier.. The thrill of the hunt, the thrill of power—it had been intoxicating.
‘But even the most intoxicating of dances must have an ending…’
A flash of an image cut through her fatigued mind as sharp as a shard of ice. A face. A familiar, soft face framed by short hair that resembled the first frost of winter. The scent of a white flower, fresh with morning dew lingered in the air around the image. The smile—oh, that smile—so warm and full of innocence.
Her sister, Miffet. Before everything had changed.