"Give Miss Theia back, you heretic!" the mercenary shouted, his voice laced with urgency. The situation was chaotic, with no room for calm words.
"No! You back off, cultist! This is my sister!" Onia shot back, her words fierce and unwavering. She wouldn't back down now that she had found her sister. By her side stood Brent, who had helped her in the rescue attempt.
"If you're her sister, why did you attack our people?" the mercenary challenged.
"You're all part of a cult!" Onia gritted her teeth. Even with her and Brent's combined strength, escaping unscathed seemed unlikely. They'd be lucky to leave with an arm or a leg intact. But she knew it was too late to rethink her decisions — what was done was done.
Onia had seized an opportunity to save her sister and had not hesitated. She had searched every room in the hotel until she finally found where Theia was staying. But to her dismay, it appeared that her sister had been caught up in a cult.
