But it was still a city.
People still did what people had always done when something threatened their home.
They gathered.
They helped each other.
They locked their doors.
They carried injured neighbors.
And slowly, the chaos became organized.
Mo Yuxin watched from the pier.
Then she felt a small tug on her sleeve.
Su Yubing looked at her.
"Are we seriously going to fight our own faces?"
"Apparently."
"That is embarrassing."
"Very."
The second Mo Yuxin stepped down from the black ship.
Her sword was white.
The second Su Yubing walked beside her.
She wore a crown now.
Not on her head.
She held it in one hand.
The moment her feet touched the water, a bridge of black ice formed from the ship to the harbor.
The woman in black followed behind them.
She remained silent.
Mo Yuxin stared at her other self.
The second Mo Yuxin looked exactly the way she might have looked in a different life.
Calm.
Cold.
A little tired.
