But before he could say anything more, the world around them seemed to tilt, the pressure on their bodies growing unbearable. The Dungeon Lord's eyes glowed brighter, and for a moment, Rael thought he saw the reflection of a second sun in them.
"No! Wait. Please give us a bit more time…" Rael's voice was a desperate roar, shaking his body as he fought against the gravity that pinned them to the floor.
The glow in the dungeon's eyes dimmed, and a frown appeared on his face. "The choice has already been made. The girl will die. If you want, I will give you some time to say your last words to her."
"I can't live in this world without my sister." Rael's voice was a hoarse whisper, thick with anguish, tears streaming down his eyes. "Please, take my life instead. We can't—"
"No, I told you already. The choice has been made." The dungeon Lord's eyes once again glowed. Concentrated energy formed in his eyes as if he were going to shoot laser beams or something.