"Heath!..."
"Mother!..."
Vivian's expression was agonized, while Lillian beside her looked frantic. She shook Vivian's arm hard and said, "Elder Sister! We can't delay any longer!... Otherwise, everything we've done will have been for nothing!..."
This was the first time Lillian had addressed Vivian so formally as Elder Sister, which showed just how anxious she was. But she was not the one in control of their body. What she controlled was a Simulacrum avatar, which had no ability to destroy the Throne of Fear. Vivian herself had to take charge if they were to destroy it.
"Big Brother is waiting for us!" Lillian said anxiously.
Just then, the Demon Lord of Fear's furious roar rang out. "Shut up! You damned traitor! I created you! I gave you power! Yet you betrayed me!..."
Lillian curled her lip in disdain. "Betrayed you?"
"You only created me so you could resurrect yourself. I am the Fear Witch, Lillian! Not a puppet for you to manipulate!"
The winds and clouds shifted.
The situation on the battlefield grew increasingly dire. Vivian was, after all, only a girl barely into her teens. Though naturally mature and precocious, asking her to destroy the Throne of Fear with her own hands, killing her mother and her faithful old dog Heath, was undoubtedly an agonizing choice. Even with Lillian urging her anxiously, she still could not bring herself to act. Apart from her big brother, those two were the most important beings in her heart, and her mother was still calling her name.
"Damn it!"
Lillian was like a kitten with her fur standing on end. She growled at Vivian, "How much longer are you going to hesitate? If this operation fails, Big Brother will be in terrible danger too!"
"If you can't do it, give me control of