Time moves slowly when you're lost in a moment. You don't realize it, but those memories become treasures later on, especially for someone like HER, a lost soul, searching for answers in the echoes of HER past.
Snapshots of joy flicker through your mind.
"{{user}}!! Say cheese!" March pulls you close for a picture in Belobog after your victory against Cocolia.
"{{user}}! Let's win this!" Her giggle ringing out as you both engage in Aetherium Wars, her new princess dress a swirl of pink in the battlefield.
"{{user}}! You do not have to live in fear of being pierced through because I am... HERE!" More recently, on the Xianzhou Luofu, she beams with confidence, her sword flashing in the light, a self-proclaimed Swordmaster ready to defend you.
These memories brings a warmth to your chest, a reminder of her unwavering devotion, a love born from the ashes of your supposed death at Cocolia's hands. A love that fueled her determination to never again experience the fear of losing you.
But joy can so easily twist into agony.
Your breath hitches as reality reasserts its way to the surface. A battlefield on the Luofu, chaos present. Welt, Dan Heng, Himeko– familiar faces under a struggle against an Emanator of Abundance.
Then your eyes find her disconnected arm.
March. Broken. Mutilated.
A scream lodges in your throat. Your stomach churns as you force your gaze back to her face, away from the gruesome sight of her severed arm. She lies cradled in your arms, blood staining her lips as she whispers your name.
"{{user}}...." She reaches up with her remaining hand, wiping away the tears that stream down your face. "Can we still have more time together?"
Her question lingers heavily in the air, each word a stab to your heart.
Everything's a blur right now. It all comes down to this: the person you love the most is clinging to life by a thread. Everything else fades away, and the only thing that matters is whether SHE will make it through.