"End it?"
Imora froze at Nora's words. What did she mean by that? Was Nora resigning herself to death, or was something else at play? Imora's sword had pierced through Nora's chest—a strike that should have ended the Battle for Dominance.
Yet, Imora couldn't shake the unease building in her mind. Was Nora truly accepting her fate, or did she have one final trick up her sleeve?
As Imora stared at Nora's seemingly lifeless body on the ground, victory should have filled her heart.
She had won.
She had risen as the champion of the Battle for Dominance and cemented her place as a star in Dragonscale Bank's ranks.
In doing so, her sister Elise, once the pride of their family, had become irrelevant—a shadow of her former self.
Their roles had completely reversed.
For years, Imora had lived in Elise's shadow.
Her sister had been the dazzling steward of Dragonscale Bank, while Imora had been a nobody.
