The entity moved through Jaehee's destroyed apartment with purpose, stepping over shattered concrete and twisted metal. No hesitation. No second thoughts.
Jaehee remained deep in peaceful sleep as invisible arms lifted her from the wreckage of her bed, cradling her like she was made of spun glass. The entity's presence wrapped around her like a protective cocoon, ensuring not even the dust from the demolished walls could touch her skin.
Then came Yuna—still unconscious, still corrupted, but no longer Daegon's to command. The entity gathered her as well, holding both women with the same careful reverence.
The Dark Winter continued to fall around them, black snow drifting upward in defiance of gravity, each flake carrying seeds of corruption and despair. The entity paid it no mind. Whatever grand scheme Daegon and his dark snow represented was irrelevant compared to these two lives.
Space folded.
Reality bent.
And they were gone.
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