The darkness of the night enveloped the Sterling household, obscuring the light from the now-dead lamps. Clara Sterling, with a pale face and labored breath, carried her terrified daughter, Aria, in her arms. Amidst the chaos, Clara ran through the corridors of the house, the bodies of her family lying scattered around. Despite the overwhelming pain and sorrow, Clara pushed forward.From a distance, Clara could hear the screams and footsteps of the approaching enemies. The toxic gas deployed by Victor’s forces had spread, eliminating any hope of resistance. Clara knew their time was running out.“Aria, dear, we have to hurry!” Clara whispered with a trembling voice, trying to muster strength in front of her nine-year-old daughter.Aria, with wide, fearful eyes, clung tightly to her mother. Clara moved quickly, her heart shattered but her determination unshaken. They reached the back door of the house, where Clara had promised to escape with her daughter.As Clara opened the back door,
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