Faeloria watched as the man's fist approached her face. She was too weak to dodge, her body battered and barely standing. The world around her blurred, and she braced herself for the blow.
"Hold it!"
However, the man's fist was abruptly stopped by a hand.
The interloper's voice echoed coolly. The one who had intercepted the strike was none other than Selene, her half-sister!
Faeloria, barely able to keep her eyes open, met Selene's cold gaze. The stark contrast between the two of them was painfully clear: Faeloria, the fallen guardian, struggling to stand, and Selene, the relentless avenger, calm and composed as always.
"It wouldn't be interesting if you died too fast," Selene remarked, her tone flat but laced with venom. "We're not having a contest to see who can destroy you the quickest. Killing you slowly, as you did to me, is undoubtedly a lot more interesting."
