"Zul'dra vekhda, zul'tar vekh'dan shaal'gul!! Tharn graakh zul, veth'mor dul draak'mor!!"
One Stonefang warrior spoke as he grabbed Vitaria by her neck and lifted her in the air, as if trying to rip her head off, and Kael's entire body froze when he saw that sight.
He did not know what the warrior said, neither did he have to, heck, he didn't see the warrior—his eyes only focused on one thing.
Vitaria.
The fox's tiny paws tried to pull the warrior's hand away as she kicked at the air, thrashing and doing everything she could to resist—but nothing worked.
"Father…"
And Vitaria began crying, her tearful purple eyes were now looking for her father as her body started losing its strength.
When Kael saw those tears, something inside him snapped.
The battlefield, the enemies, the strategy—none of it mattered anymore.
"You filthy little shit.
Get your hand off her."
