𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙲 𝙱𝙾𝚇 • 𝚈𝙹𝚈

Ch19 • Dark Craft Pt II

There's a greater power in every piece of the world. This is what I remind myself every time I feel small. Small in such a vast universe. Far bigger than I am, bigger than anything in general.

I remind myself, that I won't always be the strongest. I won't always be the bravest. I won't ever be perfect, like what others seem to portray themselves. And I'll never be able to reach everything from where I stand.

But neither will they.

And I take advantage of that fact.

Out there, coming nearer with every passing second, is a force, bigger, stronger, and much more different than I am. Seeking for my flesh, bone and blood. It's their desire to have me dead. Of course it is. Maybe, just maybe, it's because I'm their only chance of non-existence.

But it's also my will to not give them the delicasy.

And if they want a duel between one living life, dead or not, so be it.

🔹💀🔹

"I don't see the point of all this, Sunmi" One cleoparta like beauty speaks up, unable to take the grounding silence, now enveloping the wooden living room.

The aforementioned sighs. "That's because you're not even trying to understand my take on the matter, seulgi" She let's the side of her hip lean against the table, wine glass swirling in her delicate hand.

"It's not that" Seulgi reverbs, moving around the couch, fingers grazing the top. "I understand your point very clearly. It's just that, as you've mentioned, time is nearing our shadows, and they'll come for us any moment from now. So why would we risk our chances searching for other methods than what we've already prepared for years?"

Seokjin places his book down. "Because it doesn't work" He answers, taking off his glasses. "I'm sure you all are aware of that fact, since most of you have fought along. And now with the midnight clock ticking by faster than what we've expected, we need to find other solutions fast before...."

The air around thickens, as Seokjin faltered in his words. The others in the room noticed this, but did not heed. He clears his throat nonetheless. "Before we lose more of our kind, and even our previous ones"

"Then why just now?" All heads turn to the sudden voice, Chaeyoung, rebel and attitude in her tone. She crosses her arms from the doorframe. "Why are we only finding solutions now when the Phantom moon is just two days away? Why not years ago? After the last Phantom moon? Or the one before that?"

"Because we haven't–"

"Because of her" Taemin was interrupted by a younger spirit, pale, small face, sweet delicate features barely intact by the seal of her favored soul, big doe eyes, that would crinkle into crescents whenever blessed with a smile, staring at the human at one corner of the room. Lia.

"Because of who?" Mina, another spirit, born and died as a dollish ballerina, rather accusingly, but moreover in confusion, as she looked around to see who it is. When she followed the younger ghost's line of vision, her confusion grew bigger.

She squints at the dazed blonde, before looking at the rest of the spirits. "The human? What does she have to do with all this?"

Sunmi opnes her mouth to speak, but closes it, not knowing what to say. She then turns to Taemin, who sat there mouth coiled in sudden realization. "I thought you already told them?" She grits, eyes pierced into daggers.