Sakurako inhaled deeply, her sharp senses straining to pick up even the faintest trace of the fallen angel—the one who had twisted Watanabe into something monstrous, only to now be facing her reckoning at the hands of Yuuna and the others. This was her duty. She had been tasked with locating the being, and she had no intention of failing.
But something was wrong.
The ominous presence she had been tracking moments ago had vanished, slipping away as if it had never existed. The thick, corrupted mana that had once painted the air like a suffocating fog was gone, leaving nothing behind.
Her eyes narrowed. This didn't make sense.
Unbeknownst to her, the fallen angel in question—Yui—was just above her.
