She could only watch in helpless, agonizing horror as her most loyal captains bled to shield her paralyzed body.
Thorne watched the carnage with manic glee.
A twisted, triumphant laugh erupted from his throat, growing louder and more unhinged with every passing second.
"Hahaha! Yes! Tear them apart! Once we kill the Veylara, Victory will be ours" Thorne roared, his face flushed with mad excitement. "This is the price of your stubbornness, Veylara!
This is what happens when you refuse the inevitable! The old ways are dead! The Coalition offers survival, and I will be the one to deliver our tribe into glory!"
His laughter echoed across the bloody battlefield like the cawing of a vulture, full of venom and ambition as he watched loyal Veynar warriors fall to the blades of their own kin.
...
Seeing that no matter how hard she struggled, her body refused to obey… her limbs heavy and her essence sluggish and unresponsive… Veylara finally accepted the bitter truth.
