Klaus flinched with his eyes widening in shock.
He knew the penalty the system had shown him, but hearing it spoken aloud made the abstract nightmare a horrifying reality.
"How did you know?" Klaus asked, pulling his hand back slowly.
Anya sat back in her wooden chair. She crossed her small arms over her chest and puffed out her pale cheeks, attempting a cute childlike pout.
It was an incredibly endearing expression, but paired with the terrifying depth of her Shinigami eyes, it was deeply eerie.
"I know because I can feel the resonance of your soul, Father," Anya complained, her tone carrying a mix of exasperation and scolding. "And I know because you did not even listen to me. You did not wait for me to explain the rules of the trial. You just ran upstairs and threw yourself blindly into a lethal trap…"
Klaus grimaced, guilt flushing his cheeks. He rubbed the back of his neck with the sore muscles protesting the movement.
