Rhea's breathing turned labored as she laid wounded under Oriana, who still had her sword plunged in her chest. The pain that surged through her chest as Oriana withdrew the sword was excruciating. Each inch of the blade's retreat tore at her very soul, and Rhea's world seemed to blur in a haze of searing agony. She tried to struggle with the last bit of strength left in her, but Oriana wouldn't allow it.
Oriana's malevolent grin grew wider as she witnessed Rhea's suffering, her eyes gleaming with the sinister delight of a cruel victory. She had finally had the chance to kill the cause of her misfortune, and today, she would make sure she finished the job. In that twisted moment, Oriana raised the sword once more, she wanted to finish the stupid girl up. The blade descended with relentless force, aiming for Rhea's right side chest.
