Albedo shouted, "Cure her!" His voice thundered through the hall as he walked toward the other mage doctors, carrying Dila in his arms. His steps were frantic, desperate, every movement trembling as though the ground itself would collapse beneath him.

The doctors stepped back, fear written across their faces. None of them dared to approach.

"Cure her now!" Albedo roared again, his voice shaking the chamber. His heart was breaking apart with every second she remained still in his arms.

"Nooooooo!" His scream tore through the air, veins bulging along his neck, his eyes burning with madness and grief. His breath came ragged, broken, like the world itself was strangling him.

"Haaaaaaaaa!" His voice rose again, far too strong, too overwhelming. The sound exploded out, shaking the castle itself. The rooftop split apart from the force of his cry, stone and wood tearing open as if the heavens themselves recoiled from his agony.

Albedo's face twisted into something unrecognizable.... not just grief, but the edge of insanity.

Albedo roars again shook the hall, veins is now full peak bulging along his neck to his chest as his breath came ragged and heavy. He placed Dila gently on the floor, his hands trembling, before his despair twisted into something violent. With a guttural scream he turned away, his body surging with uncontrollable rage.

"Haaaaaaa!" His voice split the air like thunder, ripping through the very bones of the castle. He crashed through the walls as if they were paper, stone crumbling in his wake. Outside, the world trembled beneath him. His muscles bulged grotesquely, his skin flushing red with power and grief.

"You're all STUPID! You can't cure her!" he howled, his voice echoing like a demon's cry across the kingdom. His fist slammed into the ground.... the earth convulsed under the strike, the castle shuddering as if struck by an earthquake.

He didn't stop. Blow after blow, he pounded the land, each impact sending waves of destruction across the village. Houses splintered and collapsed in an instant, dust and screams filling the air. People fled in terror, their cries drowned by the endless roar of the mad king.

"HAAAAAAAAA!" His voice tore through the skies, a sound so violent it split the clouds, like a shattering blow, and left the world itself trembling under his grief.

Then He fell to his knees as the clouds thickened above, the sky breaking into rain that drenched his body. His lips trembled as he whispered to himself, "I can't believe I lost everything...." His face twisted with grief, his eyes brimming with tears that refused to fall, held back by silence.

With both hands, he covered his face, his voice shaking. "I thought.... when I fought my daughter, she would never go all out.... but I was wrong...." The words cracked, breaking apart with sorrow.

The people of the castle peeked from the shadows, watching their king in despair. His voice, fragile and trembling, escaped again. "I lost my wife.... and now I lost my only daughter...." His lips quivered, each word a wound opening deeper.

He lifted his head toward the dark sky, rain mingling with his tears. "Now what's next? To live in this world.... a miserable life.... I can't take it anymore.... It's my fault...."

The storm swallowed his cries, the sound of rain masking his breaking heart.

End of the flashbacks....

Albedo leaned against the bed, his hand still clutching Dila's staff so tightly that his knuckles turned pale. His eyes closed, tears slipping down as he leaned sideways, his shoulders heavy as if carrying the whole kingdom's grief.

A faint voice broke the silence.... "Umm, my lord, when will you ever do the paperwork?"

The words were careful, almost trembling, but Albedo didn't lift his head. His voice came out sharp and hollow. "Go away."

The servant froze, nodded quickly, and shut the door without another word.

Albedo stayed still, his teeth gritting hard, the staff shaking faintly in his grip. His chest burned with a wound deeper than any blade. "I can't believe I lost her like that...."

And then, all at once, the staff began to glow. A faint blue shimmer pulsed from its body, like a heartbeat but faint that refused to die.

Albedo froze, his breath catching. "What is this…" he whispered to himself, voice breaking as the light grew brighter. "It glows blue… does it… need help…?"

His eyes widened, trembling as the thought struck him. His heart hammered violently in his chest. "Does that mean… my daughter… still alive…?"

Tears welled, spilling down his cheeks as his grip on the staff tightened. His teeth ground together, caught between grief and desperate hope.

With a choked breath, he spun around and bolted toward off his room doors and running passed walls. His footsteps thundered against the stone, his robes trailing behind him in a wild frenzy.

The servants nearby gasped, startled by his sudden outburst, watching in silence as the cold king tore through the corridors like a man possessed.

He kept running, his boots thundering against the stone floors, not caring about the walls he smashed past or the startled cries of servants who barely moved out of his way. Nothing mattered.... not the castle, not his pride, not the throne. Only her. Only Dila.

The staff glowed brighter with every step, pulsing rapidly, as if it was guiding him.... calling him closer. Albedo's chest tightened, his thoughts racing with torment. My daughter.... she cannot breathe.... that coffin, it traps everything inside. Not much air, no warmth.... my poor child must be suffering in silence.

His teeth ground together, his breath harsh as fury and desperation clouded his mind. He clutched the staff tighter, the glow dancing violently against his pale hands. His eyes stung with tears, blurring the path before him, but still he ran. Faster. Harder.

At the final turn, he didn't hesitate. He leapt downward onto the staircase, his cape tearing at the edges from the sudden force. His body slammed against the stone but he still ignored everything, forcing his way down, down, down.... to where she was. To the coffin that imprisoned her.

Every step echoed like a heartbeat.... and every heartbeat screamed only one truth.

His daughter is alive.

As he descended deeper, the air grew colder, like the breath of death itself lingering in the dungeon.... yet there was a strange tenderness here, a mockery of kindness. Flowers were carefully placed upon the coffin, their colors dim under the flickering torches, as if someone wanted her prison to look like a resting place. On the wall, an image of Dila when she was young hung there, her smile frozen in a moment of innocence that only cut deeper into Albedo's heart.

His steps grew heavier, each one echoing in the hollow chamber until finally he reached her. The coffin stood before him, metallic, cruel, yet decorated with gentleness that felt almost insulting.

Albedo stopped. His chest heaved, his blue eyes trembling with rage and despair. For a long moment he could only stare at it.... the place where his daughter was trapped, struggling for breath. His hands tightened around the staff until his knuckles went white, his heart pounding louder than the silence surrounding him.

"My Dila...." he whispered, his voice breaking into the cold air.

Albedo's breath trembled as he stared at the coffin. His hands shook, his heart pounding. "What do I do!!.... WHAT DO I DO!!" he panicked, his voice low. His chest rose and fell sharply, as if the air itself had grown heavy around him. He grunted, gripping the coffin with trembling fingers.

"Haah.... damn it...." His teeth clenched, and with a sudden roar, he drove his fist upward in a violent uppercut.

"HAAAAA!"

The strike landed with earth-shattering force. The metal coffin cover bent and shrieked under the blow, then was flung away, distorted beyond repair. The entire dungeon shook, dust raining from the stone ceiling as the sound echoed like thunder.

His heart pounded as he slowly carried her fragile body against his chest. Dila's lips were trembling, her mouth bleeding like a river, fresh and unending. Her face was pale, and her breaths were faint.... each one weaker than the last.

He didn't stop to think. His arms tightened around her, and he ran up the cold stone staircase, his boots hammering against the steps. The dungeon walls shook faintly from the force of his steps, dust falling from the ceiling.

"Hold on.... please...." he muttered, his voice trembling with panic. His throat tightened as he looked down at her, seeing her lifeless eyes flutter half-open before closing again.

He gritted his teeth, pushing his body faster, each stride heavy yet desperate. He refused to stop, refused to let her slip away again in his arms. The memory of the flowers left on her coffin and the image of her younger self still burned into his mind.... a cruel reminder of what was being stolen from her.

Every heartbeat screamed inside his chest.... (I can't lose her now.)