Mirabella carefully picked up a dart, lifting it to the dim light to observe the potent Dark Touch's blood within. A slow smile crept across her face as she marveled at the sleekness of the weapon.
"It's remarkable," she murmured, her voice dripping with pride. "This... this is artistry. The perfection we've achieved with this weapon is as deadly as it is beautiful." Her cold eyes locked onto the dark fluid within, shimmering with an almost hypnotic glow.
Luna, bound and terrified, watched her, her heart racing. Elysia, standing next to her, leaned in, whispering urgently into her ear. "Listen to me, Luna. Mirabella's cruelty knows no bounds. Whatever you do, don't provoke her further than she already is. She wouldn't hesitate to end you."
