The silence of the cove was broken by the ominous crunch of boots over ice and snow. Sabrina turned sharply, her cutlass ready, but the overwhelming force of Robert’s reinforcements swarmed them. His crew poured in from the shadows, more men than before, their brute strength and telekinetic powers an impenetrable wall of violence. Miura raised her hands, summoning the icy wind to push them back, but even her magic could not halt their relentless advance.
“Sabrina!” Miura cried, frost spiralling around her as she tried to hold off the attackers. “We have to retreat!”
“No!” Sabrina shouted, her voice raw with defiance. She dodged a soldier’s strike, slicing her blade across his chest. “This ends here!”
But Robert strode forward through the chaos, his aquamarine eyes glowing with unbridled fury. With a flick of his wrist, Sabrina’s cutlass was ripped from her hand, spinning into the icy ground. Another gesture sent her sprawling, the telekinetic force slamming her into the snow.
Miura let out a cry, unleashing a final burst of wind and ice that sent several men flying, but it wasn’t enough. Robert’s soldiers closed in, their brutality unmatched. One grabbed Miura’s arms, twisting them behind her back with a sickening crack. She screamed as another man slammed her to the ground, driving a knee into her spine. Frost surged wildly around her, a desperate reaction to her agony, but it lacked the focus needed to stop them.
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Robert approached Sabrina, who clawed at the ice, struggling to rise. “You’ve always been so stubborn, Sister,” he said coldly. “But even you have limits.”
Sabrina glared up at him, blood trailing from the corner of her mouth. “You’re a monster, Robert,” she spat. “And you’ll pay for this!”
Robert’s face twisted with rage. “Monster?! I’m what you made me, Sabrina. You left me–abandoned everything. And now you call me the monster?!”
He raised his hand, his telekinesis gripping her jaw with an invisible vice. Sabrina gasped, her hands clawing at her throat as the force tightened. “Stop this!” Miura screamed, struggling against the men holding her down.
Robert ignored her. His anger boiled over, his telekinesis tearing at Sabrina’s face. “You’ll never speak to me that way again, Sister,” he hissed.
With a sickening crack, Sabrina’s jaw wrenched apart. Her scream was choked and unnatural, the sound of her agony echoing in the howling wind. Blood poured from her mouth as she collapsed, trembling in the snow. Miura’s cries turned to desperate sobs as she watched, helpless against the overwhelming strength of Robert’s men.
“Bind her,” Robert ordered coldly, stepping over Sabrina’s broken form. His crew obeyed, dragging her limp body through the snow.
Miura’s resistance only angered them further. One of the men grabbed her arm and slammed it into the ice, shattering her elbow. Another stomped on her knee, eliciting a scream of raw pain. They moved systematically, destroying her joints one by one until her once-graceful form was reduced to a twisted, trembling wreck.
“You’ll regret this,” Miura whispered through clenched teeth, her voice barely audible. “The storm will take you all.”
Robert knelt beside her, his smirk cruel. “The storm?” He gestured to the raging blizzard surrounding them. “This storm is your doing, Courtesan. And now it will be your tomb.”