Their bodies trembled as their wills cracked like thin glass. Their eyes shifted—turning the same unnatural pink that reflected Bree's.
One by one, they walked forward, their steps slow and deliberate, like marionettes controlled by unseen strings.
And then, as though rehearsed, they dropped to their knees before her, heads lowered in obedience.
"My queen…" they echoed, voices unified in eerie devotion.
Bree threw her head back and laughed, the sound sharp and full of delight. Notifications flickered in her vision, and she narrowed her eyes at one in particular.
[Level 10 player killed: +150 points]
Though she hadn't struck the killing blow herself, the system had recognized her control. Her puppet had done the act, and so the points—and the experience—were hers to claim.
"How generous," she murmured, amused.
