"Son of Draco? You are the Prince of the Star Nation?" The man asked, staring at Sunny in disbelief. He was one of the three Fearless Family elders, kneeling in the chains.
Sunny nodded. "Why are you all here? And what exactly happened?" he asked, frowning at the gruesome sight of their missing limbs.
Samuel lowered his gaze to the blood-stained floor. "We three are the eldest of the Fearless Family. We were good people... not until that Kid—the Head of our family—found a strange, corrupt technique. They claimed the only way to master it was by sacrificing our humanity. He even went to the extent of hurting his own daughter." His tone was dark, his teeth gritted in barely contained rage.
"Hurt his daughter? If my guess is correct, that's Matilda, right?" Sunny asked, remembering Matilda's detached cruelty.
The Elder slowly nodded, a single tear rolling down his cheek. "Such a pure and kind-hearted child, corrupted by his greed... And now..." He sighed deeply:
