"Mother!"
Thramuelda immediately rushed towards her mother, who was lying on the floor unconscious. Her eyes widened in disbelief when she saw blood trickling down her face.
Thrarumli arrived after her and knelt down beside her.
"N-N-Nevuda? My dear Nevuda, can you hear me?" He called her name with a trembling voice.
But Nevuda wasn't responding.
Thrarumli scooped Nevuda's body and embraced it; he softly slapped her cheeks to wake her up. "Wake up, my dear. Wake up." He pleaded, but it had no effect on the dwarf.
His full attention was on her wife's body that he no longer noticed his daughter leaving his side.
Meanwhile, Thramuelda, with her eyes glaring and fixated on Gala's struggling body, ran straight towards her with a knife in her hand. "I know this is your fault, and I'm going to kill you." She murmured while gritting her teeth.
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