"I'm sure a good brother like you won't want that, right? It's for you to decide. What will you choose? The life of millions of strangers or the life of your sister?"
"Will you become a hero and sacrifice your sister or will you become a demon and sacrifice millions of people with your own hands?"
"Oh, and you should hurry with the decision. Because the time is running out..."
Atlas clenched his fists, fighting the rising panic. He knew the Prince was ruthless, and he wouldn't hesitate to harm Misella.
His clenched fists started bleeding as his nails stabbed his own palm. He never wanted to be a hero. He hated the thought of killing people, since he was once on the other end of the spectrum, almost killed helplessly. And now he was to do the same that he promised himself he would never do.
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