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Sabrin stared at him coldly and started walking towards him with calm steps, observing as his expression morphed trying to figure out a way out if his situation.

Sabrina extended her hand and the ice shards around the stage gathered to form a refined Ice sword which she placed on Cyrus' throat.

"Tsss!"

Cyrus hissed from the sharp sting which came from the cold emanating from the sword.

"Surrender and let's end it here!"

Sabrina's word's sounded more like a decress rather than an offer.

"Alright!"

Cyrus said, his eyes flashing with streaks of electricity as he raised his arms up.

"Don't even think of it!"

Her sword pressed harder on his neck, drawing blood as she warned him. Cyrus' felt a shiver down his spine as he bore the piercing gaze from those two blue eyes which seemed to have seeing into his soul.

He didn't doubt for a moment that she would cut him if he failed to play along without any resistance.