!exclusive! — Eternal Kosukuri Fantasy

She dropped her sword. She doubled over. A real laugh tore from her throat—not silent, not frozen. And that was the difference.

Elara drew her blade—a sword that hummed with forgotten time. eternal kosukuri fantasy

And sometimes, late at night, Kikkuri would stare at his hands and wonder why the only thing that now made him smile was not power, but the sound of someone else's freedom. She dropped her sword