{Mel}
Mel stood at the precipice of despair, her eyes fixed on the unfolding tragedy before her. The Fiend's relentless assault on Enverna painted a grim picture.
The air hung heavy with the stench of terror, and Mel's chest tightened with each passing moment.
Mel had no clue what to do. Her heart was being pulled in two different directions.
A voice popped up, wanting to help her make that decision.
In that pivotal moment, a sinister presence slithered into Mel's thoughts. The voice of The Tyrant, a celestial force promising power beyond imagination, began to whisper sweetly to her once again through the words he typed.
It felt like everything slowed down as Mel read:
- Do not be foolish.
- You failed earlier but now, now the Fiend is doing your job for you.
- Lianna and Enverna are both helpless. You alone hold their fates in your hands now. All you need to do is let the Fiend win.