"ARRRGHHHHH!"
The scream tore through the chamber, echoing off the high vaulted ceilings like a chorus of the damned.
Aurelion convulsed in the iron chair. Every joint of his was bound in cruel cuffs that silenced spells and dulled mana. Though not that this weakling could ever fight back.
His fingers twitched. Blood dripped from his elbows. Skin curled at the edges of his arms like torn parchment, peeled by a delicate yet utterly merciless hand.
And that hand… belonged to none other than his daughter.
Jasmine stood before him with her back straight, her dress decorated by the same blood that soaked the floor. A single scalpel could be seen in her fingers. She hummed an old merchant's lullaby under her breath in ceremony.
