After meat returned to the Draknar Female's bones and their complexions lightened up, memories of terrible happenings rushed back to them. Their minds were quickly overwhelmed, with their hysterical screams crying out right after.
"Noooo!!! Pl-Please…! N-No more!!!"
"Ahhhhh!! H-Help…!!!"
"Wh-Why me…!? N-No, S-Stop it!!!"
No longer able to take any more of the combined grief and sorrow of the anguished women, Romulus was forced to put them to sleep. The most delicate part of this whole process was about to occur, and there could be no mishaps. It was better if they were to sleep through it all, and then reawaken with no recollection of all the suffering they were forced to endure.
Noticing the complicated state that his usually chirpy munchkin was in, Romulus hugged her head against his chest, where she then teared up and stained his robes. "I-I am sorry, Romulus… It's just that…"
