The child's purple eyes were losing their light. A gloomy shadow was looming all over him. Fleshed out arm bone, bruises on his upper body, and an unsightly number of cuts adorned his once beautiful body. His purple robe was almost indistinguishable due to the amount of blood sprayed all over.
"Guards!" he bellowed from the distance. He could already catch a glimpse of the gates of the South Kingdom. His body could relax a little bit now that he feels safe. But losing the two women in the hands of that demon and oracle was intolerable for him.
Two guards in purple uniforms ran to his aid. Here, no one would dare ask why he went back bloody and wounded. No one would openly accuse him of anything. No one will utter a word.
"Somebody must have angered the child emperor. Tsk, I think they ended the way they deserve to be ended."
"Such a pity. Some people really do not know who should not be offended in any way."
