Elisabeth von Noctis moved through the shadows like they were part of her, her silver-white hair barely visible in the dim light. Her deep violet eyes were fixed on the candidates stumbling through the trees ahead. Her sword was in her hand, dark with dried blood.
She had stopped killing them hours ago.
It wasn't that she cared. She told herself that firmly, again and again, with every blow she pulled, every strike that landed flat instead of with the sharp edge. She didn't care about these candidates. They were strangers.
Many of them would have died in her past life anyway, and the world had not mourned them.
But she wasn't a monster.
And they were just kids. Kids with families, dreams, and plans for futures that might never come.
She disarmed another purple-eyed candidate with a flick of her wrist, her blood mana pulsing through her veins, and sent him crashing into a tree. He slumped to the ground, unconscious but alive.
