Mila stood up, and Lorene watched in confusion, her eyes widening with disbelief as she saw Mila rise from the ground with an eerie calmness.
Gone were the fear and desperation that had previously flickered in Mila's eyes, replaced now with a steely resolve that sent a shiver down Lorene's spine.
With a faltering breath, Lorene struggled to comprehend the sudden shift in the dynamics of their confrontation.
She had expected Mila to cower in fear or plead for mercy, but instead, she was met with an unsettling calmness that unnerved her to the core.
As Mila glanced down at the wound on her shoulder, where the knife still protruded from her flesh, a flicker of pain flashed across her features, but it was quickly replaced by stoicism.
Without a word, Mila reached for the handle of the knife embedded in her shoulder, her fingers wrapping around the hilt with a steady grip.
