"Dark eyes."

At that moment, Zenika was relentlessly lashing Ellenasia's body with a whip of fire. The young girl curled up, trying to shield herself. The cries of pain echoing in the arena didn't disturb Zenika. His heart was cold and unfeeling. This was Zorka's long-awaited release of years of suffering due to the presence of Ellenasia.

The love that Zorka should have received from his father was instead bestowed upon Ellenasia. Years of Ellenasia and Elleanour's disdain for his existence fueled Zorka's rage.

Azurks, watching Zenika torture his sister, could only shake his head.

"Enough, Zorka! Stop!" Azurks commanded telepathically. "The girl could die if you keep torturing her!"

"She won't die!" retorted Zenika, continuing to wield the whip of fire against Ellenasia.

"STOP, ZORKA! SHE'S UNCONSCIOUS!" This time, Azurks shouted at Zenika.

Zenika was startled. The whip of fire in her hand disappeared. He saw Ellenasia lying powerless, her body covered in blood and burn marks from the fire whip.

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