That night, they camped in a dense forest near the city wall. The air smelled of damp leaves and ash.

Satori stared up at the stars.
"This city… it used to be full of life," she murmured.

Athena nodded quietly.
"Lady Sasha told us this place was once ruled by Sir Garet—a kind and just leader. Loved by the people."

"But the nobles didn’t like him," Satori added. "House Evress betrayed him. They leaked military intel to the demons. Then accused Garet of being a demon sympathizer... and executed him."

"And now they rule Mirelyn as puppets of the demon lords," Athena said coldly.

Suddenly—
Crunch.
A faint sound of footsteps in the distance.

"Shh." Athena tensed. "Do you hear that?"

Satori sharpened her senses. "Something’s coming. I smell miasa... Demon scent."

Two figures emerged through the mist—half-demon soldiers patrolling the forest trails.

"I see two humans," one growled. "This is our land now. Let’s kill them. The lord will cover for us."

Athena narrowed her eyes.
"We can’t fight out in the open. If we’re seen, the mission’s over."

Satori stepped forward calmly.

"We don’t want to fight—"

The demons sneered.
"Too late, girl."

Satori moved like lightning.

A blade flashed.

She slashed the first demon’s throat cleanly—then turned and drove her dagger into the second’s chest.

Both collapsed to the forest floor.

The quiet returned.

But Satori didn’t move.

She stared at her bloodied hands. Her trembling dagger.

"...Did I do the right thing?" she whispered.

Athena looked down at the bodies.

"They were half-breeds. Not nearly as powerful as what we faced in Orland. But still dangerous."

Satori knelt beside them.
"I hate killing. But if we didn’t act first… we’d be dead."

Athena crouched beside her.
"We survived. That’s what matters."

Then she noticed something.

"Wait… look at their bodies. We can use this."

Satori looked up.

"You mean—necromancy?"

Athena hesitated. "You’re the Witch of Light. Is that even allowed?" YOU may not know I am not master only light magic I can manipulate many element we can use anyspell in our disposal to achieve our goal  so that all really matter

Satori didn’t answer. She pressed a hand to the chest of one of the corpses. A faint glow shimmered in the air.

Necromancy.
Magic to reanimate the dead—not to twist them, but to use them as puppets for infiltration.

"Rise," Satori said softly. Satori eye change from yellow to blakc color

The corpses jerked, groaned… and stood.

Dull-eyed. Silent. Bound by command.

"Guide us into the city," Satori ordered.

The undead soldiers turned without a word and began walking toward the city gates of Mirelyn.

Athena watched them shuffle forward, their broken armor clinking in the mist.

She whispered, “Using death to bring justice… That’s not who you used to be.”

Satori didn't look back.

“That vow we clung to—the idea that we’d only fight with honor… That vow nearly got us all killed,” she said coldly.

She tightened the strap of her cloak, eyes hard.

“Maybe I’ve changed. But in this world, what needs to be done… must be done.”

They walked in silence for a moment before Satori spoke again.

“Let me explain something to you—about necromancy.”

Athena blinked. “Necromancy?”

“It’s not about bringing the dead back to life. That’s a myth.”

Satori stopped and turned to face her.

“Every living being leaves behind something in death. A residue. A memory. Miasa.”

She raised her palm. One of the corpses jolted slightly—responding to her call.

“I pour my own miasa into that remaining shell. I overwrite the last fragments of their consciousness. That’s how I control them.”

Athena swallowed hard. “So… anyone can do this?”

“With enough control. Enough pain. Enough reason,” Satori replied, eyes distant.

Then, softly:
“If you want, I can teach you.”

Athena forced a small smile. “You’d really teach me? Then I could be scary too, huh?”

She laughed awkwardly, trying to lighten the mood.

But Satori didn’t laugh.

She hadn't laughed since Avenus fell.

Athena’s smile faded.

In her heart, she realized:
Satori wasn’t just changing.
Satori was becoming someone else.

And maybe… she wasn’t coming back.