I stood up, finally ready to face Hollow.
Luck seemed to be on my side—he was clearly terrified.
I could see it in the way his legs trembled uncontrollably.
Was he really that afraid of me?
…He shouldn't be.
Hollow slowly took a fighting stance.
Even though fear was written all over his face, there was still a strange fire in his eyes—an unmistakable eagerness to fight.
At this moment, I was far stronger than him.
Perhaps this was how i had once looked at Jacqueline—outmatched, cornered, staring at death without realizing it yet.
*Hollow's POV*
'Damn it… my legs won't stop shaking… I'm scared…'
His teeth clenched as his heart pounded violently inside his chest.
The aura surrounding Indigo was unbearable—crushing, suffocating, overwhelming.
Each breath Hollow took felt heavier than the last.
'I have to run… Fighting him right now is impossible…'
But another thought pierced through his fear.
