“You took everything away from her.”

  A Vision user relied on their souls to produd trol mana. They could heal themselves, keeping their body healthy with automatic recovery magic if needed.

  So even if her body was in a dire situation, Man would still be able to heal herself if given time.

  But, just when she was able to recover enough soul energy and recover her body after three years, suddenly, it was depleted again a couple of months ago.

  Yes. The exaent Bururned from three years iure…

  More than him, Man was in a worse suffog loop.

  Three years from today, she would mao wake up, and realizing that everything she loved was gone because of Burn, she would front him and looped him back to three years prior, depleting her energy once again.

  Ouroboros. She was a sing her own tail.

  “Now that you have her in your possession, you even manipute her. You use her disciple as your hostage and force her to mend the curse as much as you like, giving you advantage. As long as you keep her by your side…” Vd paused.

  “You might even bee a real immortal.”

  Silence.

  “That’s a good idea,” Burn smiled. “But why are you staring at me like yoing to kill me?”

  “How could I kill you?” Vd ughed. “You’re just going to go back to the predestiime and her soul would be depleted once more.”

  "Not to mentioag effect," Vd asked, his tone ced with .

  "How many loops have you wasted already? With each loop, the penalty on her soul doubles. Even though she's the infid might eventually awaken, don't you think each time it happens, she'll wake up further into the future?"

  “But she always es… at the exact time,” Burn said.

  “Just because she , it doesn’t mean it was easy, right?”

  “It was her own stupid choice to curse me!” Burn snapped.

  “Because you took everything away from her,” Vd reminded.

  Silence more.

  “She was weak, and on the brink of death each time. Yet she chose not to kill you with her remaining power. She chose to—”

  “Kill herself,” Burn sighed.

  Well, well.

  Was it not the sequence of his own a?

  "Why... didn't she kill me?" Burn murmured, fused, weary.

  As he stood by the side of Man Le Fay's coffin, the weight of his question hung in the air.

  He knew her capabilities were vast, perhaps limitless, and it puzzled him deeply why she chose to manipute time instead of simply eliminating him.

  What was it about his existehat ated preservation rather than elimination? Did Man see him as a pie a rger puzzle, one whose role was not yet fulfilled?

  Did she want his power, like he wanted hers?

  These thoughts filled Burn’s head as he gazed upon her sereimeless face. The decision to rewind time rather than killing him could imply that Man Le Fay believed in possibilities that were not yet apparent.

  And he was merely dang on top of her palm.

  "About that, you'll have to ask her yourself when she wakes up," Vd said. He then turned and walked away, leaving Burn alone in the chamber with his thoughts.

  GRIT!

  Burn's hand tightened around the edge of the open coffin. His grip was firm, perhaps desperate.

  The coffin, made of dark, polished wood, seemed to absorb the st light, casting deep shadows around its edges.

  If Burn's grasp were any strohe wood might splinter uhe force, marring the coffin's sleek surfad disrupting the meticulously arranged ors that surrou.

  Such a breach could fracture the delicate bance of the chamber—because apparently, the vampires’ magic had helped her as much as they could to shelter and strengthen her.

  When Burn’s eyes wandered around her face, in a blink, it almost looked like she opened her eyes, but no. Burn focused his eyes and he was wrong. It was just his own eyes pying tricks on him.

  “Huh?” Burn realized something. “Just some time ago… you’re still breathing…”

  The man widened his eyes.

  “Why aren’t you breathing?” Burn shoved his hands betweeals of roses, grazing the sharp thorns, toug her soft and cold cheek. “Breathe!”

  Fear gripped him. If she died, he would return again—and her soul would—

  “Man Le Fay, breathe!”

  Her an was failing. His Force could se. “No. This—”

  This was what Vd said earlier.

  [“A couple of months ago, her soul energy suddenly depleted again. She lost her breath and almost died. Her entire an was failing.”]

  But what was happening? Why suddenly… Was it because she wasn’t fully recovered from the i a couple of months ago?

  If she died now, he would return back to before the war started.

  “Don’t die, Man,” Burn was desperate now. “I didn’t kill your disciple this time! Are you f me to redo that again?”

  “Man Le Fay!”

  [“Try to kiss her~ like sleepiy~”]

  “Tch!” Why did he remember that now?!

  But—

  GRASP! CLATTER–CLATTER!

  “Mmh…”

  A woman’s body was soft. But not only was she soft, she was also light, and thin. She felt fragile.

  The moment their lips brushed together, and then pressed to each other, Burn’s Force started to ignite. She had no sign of Force at all, and her Vision was depleted alongside her soul energy.

  Her body felt like ay shell of a lifeless human.

  Yet, she was alive. Unmistakably.

  And he begged for her to stay alive.

  “Ngh… mh…”

  There! The subtle rise and fall of her chest had returhe warmth that emanated from her skin, all refirmed her existen this world.

  ‘Breathe!’ Burn screamed from the deepest pit of his chest. ‘Breathe more, damnit!’

  “GASP!”

  She was gasping for air. Her empty eyes blinked open, and slowly focused… to see him.

  “C…Caliburn… Soulnon Pendragon—”

  “Don’t die after calling my name again,” Burn demanded as he grasped her cheek and jaw. “Breathe, Man.”

  “Give me… more…”

  Burn sighed, his eyes plicated, but he relented and gave her more—kiss—Force.

  It was akin to thirst. An insatiable longing that coursed through their veins. As their lips met, once again, she drank in his Force, inhaling it with an urgency that mirrored the need for air itself.

  It was a desperate, forceful exge, a silent union that left them both yearning for more.

  Her breath mingled with his, f a delicate dance of desire and passion. Like a parched waumbling upon an oasis, she savored the taste of his Force, drawing it deep into her being.

  It was an intoxig exge, a subtle yet powerful exge of energies that left them both breathless.

  “You’re killihat should be enough, right?” Burn whispered at the end of it.

  But the woman in front of him… had started to daze off again—

  “Don’t die again, this bi—witch!”

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