Aliya collapsed to the ground, her eyes filled with fear and humiliation.
I turned to face the crowd.
“Is there anyone else who doubts my abilities?”
No one dared to speak. They all lowered their heads, avoiding my gaze.
Aliya lay on the ground, seemingly lifeless. The bite marks on her neck were clearly visible. I looked at her coldly, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction.
Sean Buren rushed over, frantically helping Aliya to her feet. His eyes flickered, as though he were seeing a stranger.
“You were too harsh!”
His voice was full of reproach, but tinged with panic. I scoffed, not bothering to respond.
“Aliya was the one who struck first, not me. If I’d been truly harsh, she wouldn’t be alive.”
My voice was as cold as ice. Sean Buren’s expression faltered, and he fell silent.
