Alyana glanced coldly at the two women struggling in her grasp.
"There's only one outcome when you stand against us—death. You had your chance. But you didn't cherish it... so now, suffer the consequences of your choices."
Amanda and Lydia shuddered as a wave of killing intent washed over them, sharp and suffocating like needles against their skin.
'Is this where I die?' Lydia thought, locking eyes with Alyana.
There was no mercy in that gaze. No hesitation.
Alyana would kill them—of that, Lydia had no doubt. And the cruel part was that she knew there was nothing they could do.
An expert at the Sixth Shackle Realm.
The gap between them was far too great.
Their lives truly rested in the hands of a monster.
...
On the other side—
Alice's eyes widened as she suddenly turned her head.
"Worried about your comrades?" Desmon sneered, wiping a smear of blood from the corner of his mouth. "You should be worrying about yourself first."
He bent his knees and surged forward.
