Tears streamed down Celestria's face. She was choking, her powerful body as helpless as a child's, her life being squeezed out by an invisible force.
Azrael watched, his own body a prison of steel cuffs and searing pain. What could he do? His threads were useless. He couldn't create a weapon. He couldn't break the demon's concentration. He was just a spectator at his own sister's execution.
He thought about the system. The reward for his villain performance, the ten stat points he was promised, hadn't come. Of course it hadn't. This stupid system was a merchant, not a benefactor. It wouldn't give him a reward for acting like he was in danger. He had to actually survive it first.
'Looks like I have to buy the skill,' he thought, a cold resolve washing over him. There was no other choice.
'System. Shop.'
