Telvi's heart raced as she rushed through the aftermath, the horror etched across her face. Her eyes widened at the sight of Toga standing amidst the chaos, his daggers still glistening with the blood of those who had challenged his father's honour. She could hardly recognize the boy who had, just moments ago, been a sweet little child.
As she approached Toga, the disapproval in the eyes of both Baktou's supporters and the fleeing villagers weighed heavily on her shoulders.
"Why did he do that? Is he really suitable to lead us in the future?"
"We could have solved this in a much more calm way. This kid needs to stay out of complicated things like this,"
They kept talking, but Telvi kept advancing without bothering to respond.
