William and Sophia found themselves back in the ruins.
The time they had spent in the dream felt fleeting, yet William couldn't shake the sensation that he had just stepped out of an entirely different world. He turned to glance at Sophia. Her hat had turned red again, and she looked unusually distracted.
"Are you okay?" William asked, his tone laced with concern.
Sophia barely spared him a glance before scoffing, "What could possibly happen to me?"
William wasn't sure what was going through her mind, nor did he fully grasp the weight of her emotions. He had always felt that the past, whatever burdens it carried, was not his concern. Yet, Sophia's unease was evident.
The revelation that the Moonlight Goddess shared her name had shaken her to the core. It wasn't just a coincidence; it felt orchestrated, as if she were merely a pawn in some grand, unseen game. And the only beings capable of playing at that level were gods.
