Seeing the situation turn against them, Ragnar turned to flee, but the two members from the Frost family caught up with him. With a flash of sword light, his head separated from his body.

Just like that, only Narcissa remained. She was gravely injured and collapsed to the ground.

Aveline approached, her sword pointed at Narcissa's throat. Four other Frost family members closed in, cutting off all escape routes.

Blanche walked over as well, staring coldly at the person responsible for the massacre of the Weston family.

Narcissa's hair hung loose and disheveled, her body covered in blood. The arrogance she once carried was gone, replaced by fear and bitter resentment.

"You… You dare kill me?" she screamed. "My husband is Alarion. The Jornells of Amethysius won't let you get away with this. Elder Sevran will arrive any moment. All of you must die."

Blanche stood before her, looking down without a trace of mercy. Only cold killing intent showed in her eyes.

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