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❝I will never become a memory.❞
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The silence that surrounded the slayers were nothing but filled with hesitance. It was clear in their eyes that was gazing in the two pills laid before them. Gazes occasionally glancing up at the smiling Jeon, plans already forming in their mind. They were high ranked slayers, trained to be powerful— to be superior than anyone else, but why were they so affected by these brats?
Their questions were soon answered after noticing the oh so familiar weapon in the girl's waist. ❝Isn't that.. the 001..?❞ One croaked out, gaping at the sight of such a highly rare sword. All of them were in awe, obvious envy sparking in their eyes. Forget about that girl the higher ups of Cosmos are targeting, they have to steal that blade.
❝I see that you know some information about my weapon.❞ The monarch–like Jeon unsheated the sword and let the sunlight reflect on the clear blades of it, letting them admire her rare blade. The light that hit the blade shone on one of the slayer's face, his eyes widening at the sudden massive heat that occurred to his skin.
Y/n smiled in a monotonous manner, sheathing back her blade. ❝But too bad, you can't take it away from me.❞ Just as she finished with her sentence, a fist made contact with her left cheek— well, the slayers likes to think so. Jeon Heejin chuckled from the side, already knowing what was about to happen.
The fist was stopped, still midway on punching the girl. The W-slayer's eyes widening in fear at the new pressure that was applied in the air. Suddenly, a hand slapped the fist away— the strength of the slap made the man slightly skid sideway. ❝This is a waste of our time, Y/n. Let us set out again.❞
Park Chaewon's voice sounded from beside the Jeon, her eyes never leaving the figure of the slayer that attempted to fight her friend. Choi Yerim perked up at the idea of hers, already skipping her way to get out of the scene with an exasperated Kim Hyunjin following her; just to make sure her sister wouldn't do anything stupid.
Im Yeojin sighed as her earlier crimson eyes turned to its original colour again, turning around and glancing at Son Hyeju, whom was seemingly frozen in her place. ❝Are you coming with us, Hyeju?❞ The wolf snapped her head towards the younger before nodding, heavily walking towards her.
The Park and the two Jeon's were now left behind with the slayers. A heavy silence surrounding them as both sides stared at each other. One with intent to kill while the other one with no emotion. Smiling with no remorse, the older Jeon raised her right hand and fold her thumb to her palm. She held it up in front of her before she whispered in a very serious tone.
❝Stop.❞
And then, the world froze.
Chaewon smiled, immune to the speech, while glancing at the now frozen bastards in front of her. How pathetic, she mentally sneered. The younger Jeon was no longer seen in the place, disappearing like the sun amidst of the preparation of Jeon Heejin's show of prowess.
❝Is Y/n already on the void?❞ Heejin questioned the brunette beside her, her hand still held up and thumb tightly folded against her palm. Humming, the girl with a tiny voice nodded. ❝Yes, I'm assuming that she is finding the right timeline by now.❞ The two fell in silence as they waited for the youngest in their current circle.
