《《SEASON ONE COMPLETED》》
Kazuto Kirigaya had finally found the tranquillity he'd longed for. With his beloved circle of dear friends, they relished a peaceful life in the real world. The days of virtual battles in Sword Art Online felt like distant...
In the dim glow of twilight, Alpha, Zeta, and Epsilon stand side-by-side, facing the elegant, glistening Crystal Chalet. Before them, Yukime stands with a mischievous gleam in her eyes, her presence as graceful as it is intimidating. She unfurls her ornate fan with a delicate flick, its silken folds capturing the evening's cool air. Her gaze shifts between the trio, and a knowing smile plays at the corners of her lips.
"Well, well," she purred, her lips curving into a mischievous smirk. "It's a pleasure to meet you all here. What an interesting little gathering we have."
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Alpha's gaze remained steady as she met Yukime's eyes, her own expression resolute beneath the twilight's faint glow. She crossed her arms, her voice calm but unwavering as she spoke.
"Given you're already here, Yukime," Alpha began in a serious tone, her words slicing through the quiet evening, "I assume you're well aware of what we intend to do."
Yukime's smirk deepened, and she inclined her head ever so slightly, her fan fluttering just enough to stir the air between them.
"Oh, I've been looking forward to this," she replied, her voice smooth as silk. "Do you really think you can change anything by coming here? This place is already woven into the heart of my domain. Every step you take, every breath you draw, it all serves me."
Epsilon, her sharp gaze never leaving Yukime, shifted slightly, her hands clasped behind her back.
"Every inch of your domain may be under your control, Yukime," Epsilon said coolly, "but even the strongest webs can be torn apart if the right threads are pulled." She glanced toward the Crystal Chalet, its glow casting strange shadows on the ground.
Zeta, always the more tactical of the group, placed a hand on Epsilon's shoulder, her calm demeanour contrasting the tension. "Epsilon, keep your focus. You know better than to fall into her games. She thrives on your anger."
Her gaze shifted to Yukime, assessing her with cold precision. "But make no mistake, Yukime, we're not here to play by your rules."
Yukime's gaze flicked between Epsilon and Zeta, her smirk never fading, but her eyes sparkled with a deeper understanding. "Such bold words," she murmured, twirling her fan with a flourish. "But words are all you have."
Epsilon's fingers twitched, her breath held tight as she prepared to respond, but Alpha raised her hand, cutting her off. The air seemed to still as Alpha's voice rang out, sharp and commanding.
"Enough," Alpha said, her gaze icy, her tone leaving no room for argument. "We didn't come here to trade barbs with her. We came for a purpose. Speak no more."
Alpha's gaze pierced Yukime with an icy intensity, her voice dropping to a chilling calm. "Where are they?" she asked, the question holding more weight than it seemed on the surface. Her eyes narrowed, and she stepped forward, as if daring the mysterious figure to toy with her any longer. "We know very well you did something to two of our members."
