Decapitated heads
Ogas held the decapitated head in his hands. He can feel the cold sensation of the stiff and cold sensation of the dead, and the sticky fresh blood that had dried and sank in the hair like gel.
The man could not believe it that he left his mouth open.
"Huh?"
The man that they collectively were the most powerful man in the entire continent—more powerful than any mage--across countries were now a mere lifeless head…with a face that told his despair and agony when his neck was beheaded.
If one looked at the traces of how his neck was cut, they could see it was sliced clean and instant with one strike.
On this brink of moment, Ogas had forgotten Corre. Even his hunger and desire to devour humans felt absent.
He looked above, and saw the top of the square-like houses with hardly any residents. On the top of them, he could see the little figure of Grea pursuing the arrogant Zayne like a cat.