**Swish**
**Thud.**
In the span of a single heartbeat, Krevin's head parted ways with his shoulders.
The severed head rolled across the blood-soaked dirt, eyes still wide with disbelief, before finally coming to a stop near his mother's feet.
"NOOOOOO! KREVINNNNNNN!!"
A heart-wrenching scream tore from the woman's throat. She threw herself forward, knees slamming into the ground as both of her trembling hands scooped up her son's head, cradling it against her chest like she could somehow force life back into it through sheer maternal will.
Blood dripped steadily between her fingers, staining her dress crimson.
Mira's voice cut through the chaos, cold and unyielding.
"I wanted to kill him." She didn't even glance at the sobbing mother. Her angry gaze was locked solely on Anon.
Anon tilted his head, scratching the back of his neck with an almost sheepish expression.
"My bad. Let me fix it real quick."
