"You... W-who are you?! What are you?!" Haniel screamed in fright as she tried to get up.
Sadly, her limbs refused to cooperate with her. It was as if every single one of her bones had cracks on them, sending shocks upon shocks of pain to her brain. The female knight could only take so much, yet she was still conscious. Even she herself was wondering why she was not dead yet, considering the amount of torture that she was enduring.
It was already an applaudable actuality that the Duchess had the sanity to process what she was seeing, let alone speak. The sensation that sought to steal her consciousness seemed to have faded, and the only thing left in her body was the pain that the Emperor's berserk state was inflicting her, or so as she thought.
Now, fear was slowly crawling its way from her head down to her soles.. As a matter of fact, she wasn't even sure if it was really fear that she was feeling. It was too overwhelming to have a label.
