Without hesitation, she began to weave again, this time forming a hexagon with her hands. She was grasping at her last hope, trying to summon something, anything,
In a critical moment of raw emotion and instinct, Nana completed her hexagon weave just in time. Her fingers snapped in a surge of mad rage, directed at the man who had gravely injured her father. As she did so, her father's assailant's head exploded in a gruesome spectacle, blood spraying in all directions, painting the snow in a stark contrast of red against white.
Her father lay on the ground, groaning in pain, his hands desperately trying to stem the flow of his own blood, his life ebbing away.
As the man who had fired the projectile fell dead, the situation escalated further. From the treeline emerged 16 other men, all dressed in dark, rugged attire, their bows drawn and aimed with deadly intent. In a blind fury, Nana began to snap her fingers at each of them, her actions driven by fear, anger, and a desperate need to protect.
As Nana, fueled by desperation, continued snapping her fingers, each snap unleashed a destructive force against the hidden enemies. One by one, the shadowy figures in the treeline were decimated, falling to the unseen power she wielded. Yet, amidst the chaos, her mother was not idle.
Her mother quickly formed two triangles with her hands in a weaving motion, her movements precise and deliberate. Closing her eyes, she brought her hands together in a clap. A serene green light began to envelop the bulky man – Nana's father – on the ground. Miraculously, the light seemed to have healing properties, as his wound slowly started to close under its glow.
However, the enemies were relentless. Arrows continued to rain down around them, one finding its mark as it plunged into Nana's shoulder. A sharp gasp escaped her lips from the sudden, searing pain. In an instant, her mother dove in, grabbing Nana and rolling through the snow, narrowly evading a volley of arrows. With a swift motion, her mother raised her hand towards one of the archers.
But before she could finish, Erebos appeared suddenly over her, his presence commanding and enigmatic. "So, someone out there does have the ability to alter time, even if only on such a small scale," he mused, his voice carrying a tone of intrigued recognition. "That is pretty neat, nonetheless."
Nana, taken aback by Erebos speaking directly in front of her, tried to formulate a response, but her words faltered as she watched, horrified, what happened next. Erebos extended his hand over her mother. As he did so, her mother's skin began to grow pale, a visible sign of her life force being drained.
"You have a lot of potential, and you may even be useful one day," Erebos stated, his voice calm yet ominous. He placed a hand over Nana's shoulder, his touch heavy with foreboding. "But for now, you will need to suffer for a while."
Nana's mother's eyes turned lifeless, a heartbreaking and terrifying transformation. From her, a small orb emerged, floating into Erebos's hand. In his palm, two orbs – one green and one blue – spun around, their dance mesmerizing yet sinister. The sight of her mother's life essence being captured in such a way was a chilling and profound moment, leaving Nana in a state of shock and despair.
"Maybe if you ever become strong enough, I'll let you see them again," Erebos's voice echoed in Nana's mind, a statement filled with both a challenge and a cruel hint of hope. As these words resonated, an intense, fiery pain seared through Nana's shoulder, engulfing her senses. The world around her began to blur into darkness, the pain overwhelming her consciousness.
In those fleeting moments of consciousness, Nana saw the Yami King looming over her, his presence dominating and ominous. "Why not just kill the brat?" he uttered, his voice cold and devoid of empathy. This chilling suggestion hung in the air, a stark contrast to the desperate struggle Nana had just endured.
As these words echoed in her mind, everything faded to black, the pain, the voices, and the images dissipating into nothingness.