Fear, helplessness, terror.
And despair that almost solidified.
That was what Bill saw in Princess Amy's eyes.
On that grotesque, terrifying puppet face appeared a creepy smile, "Why are you afraid, Amy? I am the creator of this world. It was I who gave you life, transforming you from a bunch of data codes into a real person with self-awareness."
"Now, the creator needs you to make a sacrifice. You should be grateful to accept this honor."
"I don't want to die. I don't want to die..." Princess Amy pleaded, "I am not the reincarnated goddess. You have the wrong person. I am not...sob... I am not..."
Ignoring Amy's cries, Bill took the golden blade encrusted with various tiny gems from the offered sacrifice and plunged it into Amy's chest.
The golden blade hungrily absorbed the blood, strands of crimson flowing through the intricate patterns on the blade, causing the gems to emit a multicolored glow.
