'Young master? And this voice...?'
Cale slowly turned, seeing an apparition of Rexa materialize before him.
His eyes squinted with recognition, and he started walking forward deliberately.
Step... Step...
A smile crept across his face as he clasped his hands behind his back, walking slowly toward her.
The more he approached, the more certain he became. It was Rexa herself — or at least, that's what it hoped to achieve.
"Y-young master... how... how am I here?" she asked hesitantly, her hands trembling with confusion.
Cale got close to her, standing directly in front of her. She could feel his breath now.
"You... don't know?" he asked, staring directly into her eyes.
"N-no," she shook her head.
Cale smiled gently.
"Well, don't worry. Now that we are together, it's not that problematic."
"Yes! Yes, young master!" she cried happily, clinging to him and hugging him tightly.
Cale hugged her back.
And then—
Swoosh!
Her entire body erupted in black chaotic flames.
