Everything had been an illusion.

The glory she had earned on the battlefield, the cheers of the people, the camaraderie with her comrades—all of it, especially that foolish old love she had clung to because of a pretty face, was now nothing but an obstacle, a hindrance to everything Lucy needed.

Only Lin matters.

The Chasm's words rang true. As long as she had Lin, nothing else mattered.

Isn't it incredible? How he endured all your torment until the very end of the journey?

She could hardly breathe. A searing pain as though her chest was being gouged out left …