"You know, when you rejected me at the altar and chose my sister over me, then branded me a breeder, you had all the power. When you beat me until I lost my child, you still had all the power. But not anymore." Arabella spoke slowly, a chilling smile spreading across her blood-stained face. "I told you, Victor... you will not leave here alive. You will die on this ground, and in time, you will be forgotten."
There was something terrifying about the way she spoke.
Her white hair, now soaked in blood, clung to her face. Crimson streaks ran down her cheeks, yet her expression remained unnaturally calm. She looked less like a wounded woman and more like a spirit that had crawled back from death itself.
Victor stared at her for a brief moment before shaking the fear from his mind.
"Coming from someone who's practically half dead?" he scoffed, letting out a mocking chuckle.
The crowd, who had briefly held their breath, sighed in disappointment.
