The sound of the sword hitting the ground echoed, and Loen’s previously clouded mind began to clear.

"Why..."

The jet-black aura that had once surrounded Hannah was long gone. Now, all Loen could see was Hannah, trembling weakly with her shoulders shaking.

"Why did you do it...?"

Hannah grabbed Loen by the collar, her bloodshot eyes locking onto his as she asked the question again—a question she had asked countless times but still could not find an answer to.

"No matter how much I think about it, I can’t understand... If there were even a reason, it would hurt less!"