Ayra clutched Garnt, her eyes wide with fear as she struggled to process the horrifying scene before her. Garnt, gasping in pain, looked at Amel with a mixture of agony and betrayal. Rona's frozen expression slowly transformed into one of shock and anger as her eyes locked onto Amel.
"Why, Amel? Why are you doing this? Why did you betray me?" she managed to stammer out, her voice trembling with anger and sadness.
Amel's gaze shifted from the bloody scene to Rona, his face contorted with a twisted mixture of longing and jealousy. "I've watched you for years, Rona," he hissed, his voice filled with bitterness. "Always talking about Garnt, praising his ideas, his courage. But what about me? What about my loyalty? I've been by your side all this time, and you never even noticed me. I should be the one that can mate with you, but I noticed that day, when he first arrived you accepted him, despite refusing me all the time."
