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Onigi's body tensed, his fingers twitching as he saw Alex about to strike Isla down.

His instincts screamed at him to move—to stop it.

But he didn't.

He couldn't.

Isla was a huge asset to their team, but just like Kato, she had made her choice.

She had fought. She had lost.

If he were in Alex's position, he wouldn't hesitate to kill her either.

So it would be hypocritical of him to interfere now.

Instead, he forced himself to stay still. To accept reality.

Besides, this wasn't even the real Alex—just a clone.

There was no point in wasting his sword on an imitation.

If he was going to fight, he'd fight the real one.

He watched as Isla fell, her lifeless body hitting the ground.

It was unpleasant to see.

And from the silent tension in the air, he knew his men felt the same.

Onigi's jaw tightened.

He didn't think he could stomach seeing Aikio and Kato meet the same fate.

Enough.