A little girl wearing a melon-shaped cap—was the one who had beheaded the three girls.
All because they lacked the Broken Shield.
Lora's eyes twitched as they met Jamie's. His gaze met hers—passion burning in both, even though one was about to fade forever.
Her lips trembled, trying to form words, only to be drowned by silence.
"Am I dreaming?" Jamie thought, his eyes dark with emotion. His body frozen—not with fear, but with rage.
"No… this isn't real!" He tried to convince himself,but the dull thuds of falling bodies told him otherwise.
"Hey, why are you all upside down!" Charlotte's voice cut through the heavy air, her tone light.
No answer came. Only eyes glistening with tears, moments away from bursting.
The killer's smile lingered, twisted and unshaken by the barbarity she had portrayed . Alexander's gaze narrowed on her, searching for logic in the madness, but finding only chaos.
"Only humans with the Broken Shield can progress to the next stage."
