Zoro kept pushing the sword.
Madison's hands trembled as she held it back with everything she had, but her strength was running thin. The tip of the icy blade touched her chest—just above her heart—and in an instant, frost bloomed across her skin. It spread rapidly, crawling up her neck, down her arms, and over her chest like vines made of winter. Her breathing slowed. Her pulse weakened. Her eyes blurred as the chill crept into her heart, threatening to stop it altogether.
Zoro didn't blink. No satisfaction. No emotion. Just still eyes that watched her suffer.
He stopped pushing the sword.
Then, without hesitation, he dragged it back—and slashed.
His intention was clear.
He was going to take both Alice and Madison's heads in one clean cut.
Everyone watching from the bunkers screamed. They couldn't look away. They couldn't do anything. This was it. It was over.
Then—
BOOM.
