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"My only wish was for you to be mine."

The knight stood before him, clad in battle-worn armor, her brown hair had turned red with blood. 

Her voice wavered, not with fear, but with sorrow.

And that was how one of the strongest demon generals fell.

Yet the man who delivered the final blow felt no honor, no triumph—only guilt.

Venzel stared at the dying woman, the one who had once fought beside him, supported him, believed in him. She had always been there, unwavering. And he had never truly seen her—until now, when it was far too late.

But fate is cruel, and regret is relentless.

A whisper, a curse, a wish.

Time bends for those who seek redemption.

If you could turn back the hands of fate, would you?
Would you risk everything to correct a single mistake?
Would you pay the price—no matter how steep?

Because love is not a game. 
It is not something you can fish from a sea of choices.
It is a singular thread, and once severed—
It may never be mended.

Charlotte