Will You Surrender Or... Die?
The room still hummed with the weight of shock and fear, blood pooling around the bodies of those who dared challenge Evangeline. Her cold gaze swept over the remaining elites, watching them with amusement, as if they were little more than insects trapped in a web of their own making.
A soft chuckle escaped her lips, sharp and deadly as the tension hung thick in the air.
"Now," she said, her voice steady and commanding, filling the hall with an eerie calm. "I'll make this simple for you. Surrender to me… or share the same fate as those lying dead at your feet."
Several of the elites instinctively glanced at the corpses, blood-soaked and twisted in unnatural ways, their arrogance and pride stripped away by death's hand. Murmurs of fear rippled through the crowd, but still, a few stood firm, their expressions hardening in defiance. One or two of them opened their mouths as if to argue—but then, a sound stopped them.
Thud. Thud. Thud.