In the dark, damp chill of the dungeon, two young women of noticeably different heights walked side by side. Their expressions were almost identical, both wearing a cold indifference that inspired awe. The hard soles of their shoes clicked against the stone steps, each tap striking at the hearts of those who heard it like a note in death’s melody.
The two girls were Fia and Elin Slate. With her black hair and black formal dress, Fia seemed to melt into the shadowy corridor, only her flickering red eyes betraying her presence. Elin, meanwhile, looked like a demon queen...
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