Chapter 127- Please kill me.

Cyra frowned and walked toward them. Two men clutched their chests as their hearts raced wildly, the pressure overwhelming them.

Their eyes grew dim, and they died instantly.

The others, watching in envy, wished for the same quick death but were too cowardly to take their own lives.

One of them, unable to bear it any longer, ran toward the door, but what happened next shattered the last hope they clung to. A woman stood by the door, holding her slit throat, choking on her own blood.

She stretched a trembling hand toward the door, just inches away, before slumping dead to the floor.

Cyra calmly placed a bloody finger into her mouth, licking it clean with relish. Her casual act broke their mind. She glanced at their terrified faces, her gaze lingering on their heaving hearts 'A shame,' she thought. Their blood would have made a fine addition to her collection.