The crowd was silent.
Greg's lifeless body slipped from Luc's grip as the latter withdrew the blade. Even as he lost his life, Greg's expression was pleasant, as if his life's purpose was fulfilled. His body fell on the ground with a loud…
Thud!
It didn't take long before a pool of blood surrounded the corpse, truly registering Gregory Hall's death in the minds of those who watched. Tears continued to stream down Luc's cheeks, after which sobs escaped her lips.
She covered her mouth using her blood-stained hands.
However, there wasn't a moment of peace. Immediately, a terrifying aura rose from both sides. The Elders of their respective villages stood, their expressions laced with rage and indignation. A tragedy had just occurred.
