Lyra stood frozen in the ruined street, her breath catching in her throat as the thud of her squadmate's remains settled onto the ground.
She stared up at Kane.
The man looked down at her, scar over his eye pulsing with a dark glow.
Adrenaline finally broke through Lyra's paralysis.
She gritted her teeth, her fingers tightly gripping the hilt of her hunting dagger and pulled her arm back, preparing to drive the blade directly into his neck.
She never got the chance.
The woman in black appeared in a flash of sparking blue electricity, right in front of Lyra.
The movement was so fast it bypassed human reflexes.
Pale, cold fingers reached out and gently touched the side of Lyra's head.
"Kill yourself," the woman whispered.
The command carried an absolute order.
Lyra's eyes went wide with panic.
Her brain screamed at her to step back, to swing the knife, to run away.
But her body no longer belonged to her.
Her arm moved against her will in a shaky motion.
