Still inside the Ashvale household, the battle that had briefly fallen silent began once again.
The screams of the Ashvale members returned almost immediately.
This time, perhaps because she had been told to hurry… or perhaps because of some other reason, Nina was even more merciless in her attacks.
Her glowing dagger flashed through the night air again and again, each swing leaving another body collapsing onto the blood-stained ground.
The clash itself no longer looked like a battle.
It looked like a hunt.
And maybe because of how effortlessly she moved through them, the remaining Ashvale members finally seemed to realize the truth.
They had struck a rock far harder than they could ever break.
There was no victory waiting for them here.
Yet Samuel, the head of the Ashvale family, was still fighting his own battle… an internal one.
His pride warred against the single word stuck in his throat.
Surrender.
The word refused to come out.
Eva, however, paid him no attention.
