Inside the almost broken throne room, there was a tense silence… nobody dared to move an inch as they were utterly taken aback by the sudden escalation of things that no one had predicted.
Aether and Victor were utterly shocked by it, their expressions frozen as if carved from stone, as though their minds refused to process what had just unfolded before their eyes.
They had never predicted such an outcome… Morgana killing off Mary?
Just like that? Without hesitation?
They stared at the severed head that rolled upon the fractured floor… the blurriness already disappeared from the body—Mary was truly gone.
Aether looked at the dead body. He… honestly didn't expect Mary to die like that, not so abruptly.
What should he tell her daughter now?
How could he ever explain this cruel end?
Well, it was true that he had planned everything in ways similar to this outcome, weaving threads of inevitability into his schemes, but… this was far too sudden.
