Charlotte, Anya, and the other sisters were terrified beyond reason.
The voice was beautiful, yes, undeniably so. It was a voice that seemed to have been crafted from silk and starlight.
But there was an eerie quality to it like a ghost whispering directly into their ears, sending shivers racing down their spines.
But their fear was nothing compared to what the Battle Angels were experiencing.
Yelena's eyes shrank to pinpoints. Her face went whiter than they had ever seen it and her voice came out as a strangled whisper.
"No way...I-It can't be...It can't be..."
Fauna clutched at her head with both hands, her fingers digging into her hair as if she could physically tear the sound out of her ears.
"How is it her? It can't be her...IT CAN'T BE HER!"
Nadia's expression was of genuine, soul-deep disbelief.
"She's dead. We killed her. She isn't alive anymore—we made sure of it. We destroyed her."
