"..."
[Kill her.]
Adrian had a dull, cold expression. Standing in front of him was his sister, looking at him with hatred and fear.
[Kill her.]
The voice sounded once again.
Adrian slowly raised his sword and... stabbed Aurelia.
Adrian watched with a cold detachment as his sister, Aurelia, gasped and staggered backward, her eyes wide with shock and pain. Blood seeped from the wound, staining her clothes and the ground beneath her. The hatred and fear in her eyes began to fade, replaced by a heartbreaking look of betrayal.
[Good job,] the voice whispered, dripping with satisfaction.
Aurelia's knees buckled, and she fell to the ground, her breaths growing shallow. Adrian's grip on his sword tightened, his knuckles turning white, but his expression remained stoic. He didn't flinch, didn't waver as he stood over her, watching the life drain from her body.
