"You… what did you do to me?!"
The silver-haired woman's voice echoed across the battlefield, thick with rage and disbelief. Her piercing blue eyes flared with fury as she glared at Elias, each trembling word demanding an answer.
Elias, who had just taken a step forward to finish her off, suddenly paused.
But it wasn't her voice that made him stop.
It was something else.
A strange sensation… faint but undeniable. A shift in the air—no, in his senses. Something deep within him tugged gently, as though a thread now connected him to her. A feeling of control—subtle, yet present.
His brows furrowed as his eyes sharpened.
"System… what have you done to her?"
A smug, satisfied chuckle echoed in his mind as the System responded, its tone brimming with pride.
> [What do you think I did? I enslaved her, of course.]
Elias froze, his expression stiffening. "You did what?" he asked sharply, disbelief in his voice.
The system… enslaved someone?
