[Nicole's POV]
A cold and sharp sword, drenched with blood of who knows how many people was placed on my neck. Its icy touch seemed to warn that the slightest movement would bring about my demise.
"!!" Paralyzed by Peter's threat, I couldn't bring out my voice, and fear gripped my very being.
My own carelessness had ensnared me in this terrifying predicament once more.
The icy standoff was broken by Peter, who pointed his sword menacingly toward Kalsie.
"Stop now or bear the consequences," he declared with an icy tone, contrasting the seething anger and helplessness in Kalsie's eyes.
"Nicole!!!" Sylvie and Wendy, my new sisters, locked eyes with me, their worry were visible. Despite their efforts to rise, their injuries held them back.
"Why?" Kalsie seethed with anger, his blade pointed toward Peter. "DIDN'T YOU WANTED TO FIGHT JUST ME TO SEE WHO'S BETTER!?!?!"
Peter hesitated, his sword quivering.
