Solvo Potentiam 2

Tears blurred my vision as I sprinted after Komugitan, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Komugitan!" I cried, my voice cracking with emotion.

"Wait! Please, just tell me what's happening!"

But she continued to move forward, her steps determined and resolute, as if she were driven by forces beyond my comprehension.

"Why won't you answer me?"

I shouted, desperation lacing my words.

"What are you? What happened to you?"

My pleas echoed in the empty alley, bouncing off the walls like a haunting refrain. But Komugitan remained silent, her expression unreadable as she pressed on, her gaze fixed ahead.

"I miss you,"

I choked out between sobs, my voice barely a whisper now.

"I miss the times we spent together, the chekis, the events... Please, don't leave me like this."

But my words fell on deaf ears, drowned out by the sound of my own anguish.

And then, just as I reached out to grab her arm, another error appeared, its twisted form casting a sinister shadow over us.

My heart froze in my chest as I watched it approach, its presence suffocating and oppressive.

"No," I whispered, my voice barely audible above the pounding of my own heartbeat.

"Not again."

But even as fear threatened to consume me, I couldn't tear my eyes away from Komugitan.

"Please,"

I pleaded, my voice trembling with desperation.

"Run. Get away from here."

But she remained rooted to the spot, her eyes locked with mine in a silent exchange of understanding.

And then, in a flash of movement too quick for me to register, the error lunged forward, its grotesque appendages reaching out for her.

I screamed her name, my voice raw with terror and despair, but it was too late.

With a sickening crunch, Komugitan was ensnared in its grasp, her body writhing in agony as it tightened its hold.

I watched in horror, my mind unable to process the brutality unfolding.

As Komugitan's lifeless body lay before me, a wave of grief washed over me, threatening to engulf me in its suffocating embrace.

 Tears streamed down my face unchecked as I knelt beside her, my hands trembling as I reached out to touch her cold, pale body.

"Why?"

I whispered, my voice barely audible amidst the chaos of the alley.

 "Why did this have to happen? I didn't get a chance to understand... to say goodbye."

A sob escaped my lips as I thought of all the moments we would never share, all the dreams that would remain unfulfilled.

"You were supposed to shine on stage,"

 I choked out, my words filled with anguish.

 "To appear on TV, to make your dreams come true. But now..."

But now, those dreams lay shattered at my feet, lost to the cruel whims of fate.

And as I gazed down at her lifeless form, a sense of numbness washed over me, dulling the pain but leaving behind an empty void that threatened to consume me whole.

In a fit of despair and rage, I screamed, the sound echoing off the walls of the alley like a primal cry of anguish.

"Why?!"

I bellowed, my voice hoarse with emotion.

 "Why did you have to take her from me?!"

And then, as if in response to the chaos surrounding us, something within me stirred, an instinct awakening deep within my soul.

Solvo Potentiam.

The words echoed in my soul.

With a surge of power coursing through my veins, A sword appeard within my hands.

My fingers closed around its hilt with a mixture of trepidation and determination.

The moment my hand made contact with its surface, a jolt of energy surged through me, sending shivers down my spine.

The sword's hilt felt cool and smooth beneath my touch, but it was the blade itself that truly captured my attention.

Gleaming with an otherworldly sheen, it seemed to pulse with an inner light, casting strange shadows on the surrounding alley walls.

But it was the blade's appearance that truly defied logic.

Twisted and contorted, it seemed to shift and morph before my very eyes, as if it were alive and breathing.

Its edges rippled like waves on a stormy sea, and I couldn't shake the feeling that it was watching me, assessing me with an intelligence all its own.

In that moment, I realized that this sword could have only existed in the pages of a manga or in some MMO.

 Its very existence defied the laws of reality, bending and warping the fabric of space and time.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

I screamed, my voice a guttural roar of defiance as I faced the error.

"You've taken everything from me! You've destroyed everything I care about! But I won't let you win! I won't let you get away with this!"

As the sword hummed to life in my grasp, I felt a connection forming between myself and the error, a silent understanding passing between us.

And in that moment, with the weight of grief and rage pressing down on me, I began to speak.

"You..."

With a fierce cry, I charged forward, the weight of the sword heavy in my hands as I sprinted towards the error, my voice rising in a defiant anthem: