Emma watched the scene with a swirl of conflicting emotions. As she observed Bright and the lions, her eyes reflected a blend of disbelief and reluctant admiration.
Mark's cries grew more frantic. "Please, Your Highness, have mercy!"
Bright showed no sign of softness. "You're free to leave, Emma, if you prefer. I'll make sure he endures suffering until the end."
"No," Emma said firmly, her voice steady despite her inner turmoil. "I need to be here. I want to witness this to the end."
Mark's cries grew more frantic as Xeron and White moved in on him. The lions roared as they lunged at their prey, their powerful jaws and claws tearing into Mark's flesh.
The ground around them became a scene of savage brutality, with the lions dragging and tearing Mark's body in opposite directions, playing with their catch with a cruel, primal glee.
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