I watched helplessly as Izza ended the lives of everyone I knew. Even when my mother stood alone before the ma.ssacre, I remained helpless. It was as if they were all inside a bubble and all I could do was observe from the outside. Before she even had the opportunity to shift, Izza had taken her down with a single blow. The blood of all the lives she had taken dripped down her fingers.
“Delicious,” Izza said as she turned back to look in my direction, her lips covered in blood. An evil and repulsive grin was plastered over her face. As if to taunt me, she held her fingers to her lips, savoring every blood drop with her tongue.
I tried moving in every direction but found myself bound to the outside. Just as I had seen my father die before me, now I saw my mother give her last breaths.
