"What do you intend to do with them?" Desmond inquired, his voice laced with a mix of curiosity and concern.
"Of course, f**k them!" responded the soldiers, their grins quickly fading as they realized none of their comrades had spoken those words.
Before they had a chance to identify their opponent, an eerie sensation spread from their chests. Their gazes dropped, only to discover an ice spike impaling through their hearts, emanating an icy aura that gradually encased their bodies in frost.
The soldiers fell simultaneously, causing Laura and Annie's eyes to widen in disbelief. They witnessed a figure shrouded in a radiant light materialize behind the fallen soldiers, swiftly snuffing out their lives.
"Young master," Laura uttered, her voice tinged with recognition. She attempted to rush toward the mysterious person but was halted by a hand placed gently against her face.
