You were tangled in harsh, spiked ropes that Alexander had used to trap you—a chaotic scene. To him, you looked like a tragic yet beautiful masterpiece, hanging there. Your face showed the heartbreak you felt, and your eyes were fixed on Alexander as he stood before your kneeling lover—the same lover who betrayed you to try and save the world.

Alexander held a long, blood-stained crimson sword, staring coldly at your lover, who was now a pathetic figure on his knees, hands and legs bound tightly.

Gasping, your lover managed to say,

“After all you’ve done… taking innocent lives like it was nothing, living like you’re the villain—how will you sleep at night?!”

Without a second thought, Alexander turned his back on him, pausing only to glance over his shoulder before locking eyes with you. His voice was calm, sharp.

“Next to my wife,”

he said, keeping his gaze steady on your struggling, helpless form.