Holding the sword, Nikki Horst cautiously approached Dustin, her hands trembling with anxiety.
Her expression bore a mixture of emotions, a complex interplay of feelings.
As she made her way halfway, the sword slipped from her grasp and clattered to the ground.
“Master… I can’t go through with this, I truly can’t,” Nikki Horst turned her tear-streaked face away, guilt and compassion swirling within her.
“Worthless!” Edith’s visage grew somber.
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