Nabil's eyes darkened, his body propelled with unnatural speed as he dashed toward Athoi.
There was no trace emotion. Just a hollow, violent puppet driven by Laura's control. As his blade swung toward her with deadly precision, Athoi didn't flinch. Instead of defending, she sidestepped, countering with a swift strike aimed at Nabil's chest. Her sword clanged off his armor, sending a sharp jolt up her arm. It wasn't enough to stop him.
"There are only two ways to free him… either I kill Laura or… kiss him," Athoi thought, her mind racing. Both options felt like a cruel joke. The idea of breaking a spell with a kiss seemed absurd, yet it was the only hope she had.
Desperation clawed at her insides as she teleported several meters behind him, but Nabil was fast—too fast. Before she could catch her breath, he was on her again, swinging his sword with brutal force.
