"Kill her."
Zylarith ordered, his words froze Sharnoth on the spot.
"W-What…?"
She stuttered.
She had to… kill her?
For a moment, she thought she heard it wrong, but—
"Kill her."
"I… I…"
Again, Sharnoth couldn't do it.
Seeing her state, Zylarith shook his head and sighed,
"How long do you plan on making her suffer?"
He questioned directly.
"What…?"
"What? Why are you so surprised? Do you not see your mother's eyes? Do you see any resemblance with yours? Do you see any will to fight? Any will to take revenge?
She has lost her dignity, she has lost all hope, she has lost… everything.
The only thing you can do for her is to kill her.
Put her out of her misery."
Zylarith spoke as he stared at the Queen of Nightfall with cold, emotionless eyes.
"I-If I escape together with her, she wil—"
"She will not return to how she once was."
Zylarith poured cold water on her face.
