Ruby Anne groaned, her body trembling as she slowly pushed herself off the ground. Blood clung to her skin, and every movement felt like knives stabbing into her ribs, but her resolve burned stronger than the pain. She clutched her side, the warmth of her own blood seeping through her fingers.
Above her, the battlefield was cloaked in silver mist and glowing embers from Kyla’s last attack. The tension still lingered like static in the air.
Kyla stood tall at the center of it all, her scythe resting lazily on her shoulder, her gaze locked on the murderer.
"You’re surprisingly composed," she said, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Most people would be pissing themselves after that display."
The murderer remained still, unfazed. His expression was calm, eyes unreadable, as if he were simply o
