A violent snap resonated deep inside Lukas's soul.
It wasn't physical, but the metaphysical cord binding him to Akira through the Gacha Harem System. And that was enough to tell him what he already knew.
Akira was gone.
A sound tore from Lukas's throat, a raw, guttural roar that scraped his vocal cords raw.
Grief detonated in his chest, instantly consumed by an all-consuming tide of pure, burning rage.
The world lost its color, and the cavern, the crystals, even the air itself faded beneath the hot, red haze clouding his vision.
He lowered Melody as gently as his shaking hands would allow him onto the stone behind him, then, pushing off the ground with enough force to shatter the bedrock beneath his boots, he charged at Sol.
Across the cavern, Sol watched the reckless assault and laughed. The young master stepped forward without a hint of fear, his ponytail trailing over his shoulder.
