"But you see, slaughtering all your families will waste a lot of time. And right now, I need to take care of my son…"
Lyandra's chained blade materialized in her hand, the weapon's dark metal seeming to drink in the light around it.
Her smile widened as she looked at the four terrified A rank officers, her maternal warmth completely replaced by something that promised violence on scales they couldn't comprehend.
"Now then... shall we discuss appropriate punishment for those who try to hurt my son?"
The blade extended slightly, links rattling with soft metallic sounds that felt deafening in the tense silence.
Ashley tried to activate her defensive skills again and tried to do anything possible to protect herself.
But Lyandra's hypnosis still held her completely, her body refusing to obey any commands.
