Ji Shuang's mind was already in chaos.
If she attacked now, her father would die before she could even make a move.
If she hesitated, she would be playing directly into Rhudamanth's hands.
The bastard was forcing her to choose.
The Brynnhilder… or her father's life.
Rhudamanth watched her reaction, "You're strong, Ji Shuang,"
"Stronger than most. But strength alone doesn't make someone invincible."
He gestured lazily at the holographic screen. "This… is just proof of that."
Ji Shuang's hands curled into fists, her nails digging into her palms.
Her mind was already running through every possible scenario, every countermeasure... but nothing was fast enough.
Rhudamanth saw this.
And that was when he finally pressed his advantage.
He raised the beacon slightly, tilting his head "Now… why don't you be a good daughter and hand over the Brynnhilder?"
