Kiara adjusted her stance behind the rifle.
The cold metal of the M99 rested firmly against the stand while her fingers wrapped around the grip with calm familiarity. Her breathing slowed naturally as she leaned forward and peered through the scope.
Inside the lens, the distant world sharpened.
Magnus's figure became crystal clear.
The scope's crosshair rested steadily on the prince's chest.
For a brief moment, Kiara's mind went silent.
Then memories returned.
Magnus Phoenix strongly resembled the Emperor, both in appearance and temperament. When Kiara had attended the public trial and faced the Emperor's cold gaze, she had felt a mixture of anger and helplessness burning deep in her chest.
Looking at the prince now brought those emotions back.
A whisper stirred in the darkest corner of her thoughts.
Her heart spoke first.
Pull the trigger.
Aim for his eye.
Make the Imperial family taste pain.
The idea flashed through her mind like lightning.
