He knelt down and violently banged his head on the ground.
The force of his knocks was so strong and genuine that it echoed with a resonating thud, and before long, his forehead cracked and began to seep out traces of fresh blood.
Tip Congreve's voice choked up, "The blame for this disaster befalls on me. I am the one who brought this catastrophe upon our family, you can scold or hit me, I harbor no resentment."
"Father taught me from an early age that a true man owns up to his misdeeds and takes responsibility. It is my failing that I have been bewitched and did not step forward immediately to tell the truth and apologize."
"If I cannot deal with this situation, it would be better to just throw myself to the Hydra. Hopefully, by devouring me, it will no longer direct its anger towards you all."
The sound of his knocking echoed within the light barrier.
The young man kneeling on the ground seemed to be barely eighteen, still youthful in his appearance.
"..."
