SILAS

"AAAHAHHHH! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, YOU FUCKING SLAVES!"

She roared like a madwoman, panting and drenched in sweat.

Her murderous magic exploded, slicing through the heads of several unsuspecting women in the room.

It was a massacre, and in the middle of it all—those two cries.

I crouched beside the door, shielding myself from her attack. I peered through the crack.

Something in me needed to save them. They were innocent. They weren’t to blame for coming from such a rotten womb.

“BRING THEM TO ME! NOW!”

“Y-yes, my lady,” the servant stammered, handing her the two babies—both males.

I thought—just for once—I would see something in her eyes.

Some mercy. Some warmth. They were her own children.

She summoned two sharp daggers into her hands. Alarm flared in my chest—she was going to kill them!

“NOOO!”

I lunged forward without thinking, bursting into the room—challenging her again. Powerless to change a damn thing.

She lowered her hands. And in a single motion, she silenced their cri