Chapter 89: Terrorists [3]
The queen's heart shattered into a million pieces as she witnessed the brutal state of her beloved son. Her eyes widened in terror, unable to comprehend the sight before her. She clutched her chest, feeling the physical pain mirrored by the anguish coursing through her veins.
Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, her cries echoing through the arena. The sound of her son's scream, his desperate plea for help, pierced her soul like a dagger. It reverberated in her ears, amplifying the unbearable agony she felt deep within.
The queen's love for her son was immeasurable, and in that moment, it felt as though her world had come crashing down.
"MOOMM!"
The scene was gruesome and horrifying as the young boy's desperate cries echoed through the air. His severed head, impaled on a spear, continued to exhibit a grotesque display of agony. Blood gushed from the wound, mingling with the tears streaming down his face.
