SISTERS RESOLVE

SISTERS RESOLVE

Damien stood frozen, staring at the glowing text before him.

A system?

He hadn't expected this—hadn't even considered it since the battle. But here it was.

Slowly, he inhaled, forcing his racing thoughts to settle.

This was something he needed to approach carefully.

If something seemed too convenient, it usually was.

But standing here overanalyzing wouldn't give him answers.

"Stats."

The moment the word left his lips, a translucent screen materialized before him.

NAME: Damien Von Jasil

RACE: Human (???)

ABILITIES: Soul Pierce, Corruption (Free Abilities)

AGE: 19

BLOODLINE: Death (Mutated)

PLANE: Technological Plane

PLANET: Earth

STRENGTH: 6/10 (Human Perspective)

SPEED: 7/10 (Human Perspective)

STAMINA: 5.5/10 (Human Perspective)

ENDURANCE: 15/100 (Cartridge Perspective)

CHARISMA: 5/10 (Human Perspective)

ATTRIBUTE POINTS: 0

SKILL POINTS: 0

Damien's brows furrowed.

"Human Perspective? Cartridge Perspective?"

A DING echoed in his mind.

THESE ARE RACES.

His fingers twitched.

"Races?"

That didn't make sense.

Since when were races categorized under perspectives?

Even if these were classifications, why did they affect his stats?

Something about this system felt off.

His eyes drifted downward.

And then—

His breath hitched.

There it was.

Bloodline: Death (Mutated).

A slow, cold unease curled in his gut.

"Mutated?"

Mutation. That word implied change—an alteration, something unnatural.

But what had changed?

His body? His mind? His soul?

"What does my bloodline do?"

Silence.

His grip tightened.

"What does 'Death Mutated' mean?"

Still, no answer.

The system refused to explain itself.

Damien clenched his jaw.

He had never liked being kept in the dark.

But if the system wouldn't tell him—

He'd figure it out himself.

However, that could wait.

His sisters.

His chest tightened.

How could he have forgotten?

Without another thought, he turned sharply and rushed out of the room.

Sisters' Perspective

Damien was coming to our room when he suddenly stopped and started talking to himself.

It felt strange to see our older brother like that.

Was he going insane?

Was he injured?

Or was it something else?

For a moment, we watched in silence.

Then, unconsciously, we smiled.

Even in his confusion, in his distraction, he was still him.

Still our older brother.

But then—

That smile faded.

Instantly, our expressions hardened.

Something was hunting us.

And we wouldn't let it reach him.

We would kill it first.

That was our resolve.