Bab 92: The hidden clan.

For a moment, the room was silent. Lyra stared at the sword on the floor, her eyes wide with confusion, while Nyra looked between Rex and the weapon, anger flickering with hesitation. She tightened her grip on her sister's hand, torn between the fear she felt and the hatred she carried.

Rex remained still, his gaze unwavering. "I won't stop you. If this is what you need to do, then do it. I'll accept the consequences."

Nyra's hands trembled as she reached toward the sword, her fingers hovering above it, eyes filled with a mixture of pain, anger, and doubt. She glanced up at Rex, and in that moment, saw no malice in his face, only the weight of his words and a quiet acceptance.

Finally, she dropped her hand, stepping back and looking away, her eyes filling with tears. "I... I don't understand... Why would you give me a chance to hurt you...?"