C22 Brother's Cruelty

Like the whimpers of tortured creatures on the night breeze, the cries were heard echoing in the enemy camp. As waves of anguish poured over her sympathetic arteries, Lyra hid her face in her bedroom windowpane, and her trembling hand reached for a grip. Someone wounded in Kael's camp felt such great agony that it traversed her whole way.

Mira exited with cautious steps