A cacophony of chaos as yolk mingled with blood, flowing in crimson and gold hues across the arena floor.
Noah lay twisted like a shrimp, his face contorted in agony as he let out screams that seemed to embody a lifetime's worth of grievances.
With just one strike, his most vital part was destroyed.
Moreover, the sheer terror of Charles's overwhelming power left Noah trembling. Pointing in horror at Charles, who approached him slowly with a gun in hand, he cried out, "Stay away from me! You're not even of the Elven race! Queen, save me!"
Charles smiled faintly at his words and effortlessly severed all the tendons in Noah's hands and feet, pressing the gun against his chest with a grin.
What a fool. Even your father hasn't rushed down to save you. Doesn't that tell you something?
Indeed, on the stage, Ethan's face was already twisted in fury. He looked utterly broken, wanting desperately to save his son.
