'Bloody hell.'
Soray was biting the small piece of wood in his mouth with effort. His body could not help trembling in the tortures of pain and coldness.
His consciousness was hazy, but he could still feel the soreness in his limbs that were tied tightly to the wooden pole. His chest and abdomen rubbed against the wooden pole, as if this could help him fend off the cold.
Snow fell. The stinging pain in his back came in waves, reminding Soray of his current injuries.
But it was nothing...
What Soray could not bear was the humiliation of being watched by countless men as he was tied to the wooden pole. He could feel the gazes on his back belonging to the soldiers lined up neatly…
…Even though they were his comrades.
On the wide snowfield, Yvsia, whose fair skin was tinged with a hue of red, stood at the front, grimacing as she stared with the others at the wooden pole.
'F*ck, f*cking sissy, what are you looking at?'
