Holy war 42

his sister as she meticulously combed her hair. Despite being a doll, her hair was incredibly soft, rivaling only their mother's in its texture.

They savored the moment, relishing in the silence and peace for a few more minutes before Nyarla finally broke the silence. "Adrian…"

"Yes?" he responded, turning his attention to her.

"Mother has suggested making use of the old ones," Nyarla said, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Adrian's brows furrowed in thought. The old ones, powerful as they were, were also known for their fanaticism and unpredictability. They would stop at nothing to serve their masters, even if it meant going against orders or causing chaos.

"Those monsters?" he asked, a hint of skepticism in his tone.

Nyarla nodded solemnly, confirming the information.