Leron continued to convulse, and Sangfroid can do nothing but watch it. Ofelia wailed and wailed, yelling out:
"Daddy Leron! No! Huhu!!!!! Daddy Leron!"
Yet Sangfroid's senses are deteriorating, he cannot hear, see, or feel anything. Only the strong pain that took over his entire being, his entire soul. Leron in his arms, his veins growing and growing like a sapling starting to burst out its roots and branches right before, until they have grown so big that they threaten to explode.....
Leron's voice was hoarse and loud, clawing onto him wildly like an animal. But Sangfroid did not mind it at all, still embracing him, ready to be bitten if he had to. He does not mind being preyed upon, he does not mind dying, just let Prince Leron....
Let Prince Leron be with him once and for all. Forever.
"Let go of him, Sangfroid."
A voice behind them spoke without any hint of emotion.
