As Eldra heard the voice inside her head, she immediately dropped her hands from the wall and stared at it with wide-open eyes.
It was cold and empty, just like the voice which had just commanded her to kill the only person she had ever had the grace of calling a friend.
Ever since she had had that conversation with her mother before she died, she had been fixated on this idea of getting rid of the oath.
She had worked tirelessly toward that end, as she hated the feeling of having to answer to someone.
Yet, to have to kill someone so close in order to accomplish this?
Was it worth it?
As soon as this thought appeared in her head, she felt the urge to stick to her decision of ridding herself of the status of a puppet, no matter what it took.
Where was this urge coming from?
She asked herself this, but, of course, there was no answer.
All she could feel was that it was getting stronger, and she even started considering whether to do it.
