GUNS & ROSES | ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ

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𝒙𝒍𝒊.

Seungcheol's gaze fixated upon the lifeless form of Dani, his heart pounding in his chest as the world around him seemed to fade into a haze of disbelief. 

The sight before him, an image etched into his mind, sent shockwaves of despair coursing through his veins. 

The ringing in his ears drowned out all other sound, leaving him engulfed in a deafening silence, punctuated only by the thudding of his own heartbeat.

A torrent of self-recrimination surged within him, shattering the fragile remnants of his composure. 

The weight of his perceived failure bore down upon his shoulders, consuming him with a suffocating guilt. 

How could he have been so powerless, so utterly useless in the face of Jangmi's treachery? 

The realization gnawed at his soul, each thought a blade slicing through his fragile sense of self-worth.

The questions thundered through his mind, echoing like a relentless mantra of self-condemnation. 

How could he have allowed this tragedy to unfold? The sheer audacity of his perceived inadequacy clawed at his conscience, tearing him apart from within. 

He cursed himself for his lack of intervention, for the helplessness that seemed to have defined his every action in that fateful moment.

But amidst the tempest of his inner turmoil, a new voice sliced through the haze. 

Mr. Bae's commanding tone reverberated through the cavernous walls, jolting Seungcheol back to the brutal reality that awaited them. 

The words hung heavy in the air, a sinister proclamation that cast a shadow of impending doom over their beleaguered group.

"Supremes!" Mr. Bae's voice thundered, its echoes reverberating through the depths of the cave. "Finish them all. Do not let a single soul walk out of here alive."

With those chilling words, the final battle erupted in a maelstrom of chaos and desperation. 

The air crackled with raw energy as the clash of steel and the symphony of elemental powers filled the space. 

Friend and foe blurred into a frenzied dance of combat, each participant driven by their own motives and desires.

Seungcheol, his sorrow now morphing into a seething determination, clenched his fists, his eyes aflame with a newfound resolve. 

Despite the overwhelming odds stacked against them, he refused to succumb to despair. 

With every fiber of his being, he vowed to honor Dani's memory, to fight for their shared cause, and to emerge from this crucible of darkness with a glimmer of hope intact.

In the midst of the raging battle, Seungcheol summoned every ounce of his dwindling strength. 

With a determination fueled by heartache and desperation, he dragged his exhausted body towards Dani's lifeless form, his eyes blurred by tears that streamed down his anguished face. 

Each step felt like a Herculean effort as he fought against the bindings that constricted his wrists and ankles, making the task of retrieving the dagger a grueling ordeal.

The dagger, stained with Dani's blood, lay tantalizingly out of reach, a symbol of the tragedy that had unfolded before him. 

Seungcheol's trembling fingers strained as he stretched towards it, his muscles straining against the restraints that sought to hold him captive.