As soon as he laid her down, Kizeler checked her pulse; her injuries made him gulp a few times. Her right arm was missing, as if it were torn apart from her body, while her left leg all the way up to her knee was crashed, and broken bones were sticking out of it. Her eyes had tears and traces of blood around them. Aside from these, she had cuts and burns on the other parts of her skin.
Soon enough, another batch of men clad in black clothing entered. Upon seeing the state of the room, each of them stared at the one they thought was the culprit—an unclothed woman holding a giant scissor.
'The last thing I could remember was the blade of the third sovereign passing through my throat.' She tried recalling the events of how she ended up in that place, but her clouded memory couldn't provide her with any answers.
The next second, she stood with the tip of her toe, enough for her lips to reach the demon's cheek. However, what she received was a soft flick on the forehead.
"It's a gift that will bloom when the time you need it the most comes, so don't be bothered by it," Sherise said upon seeing the confused look in Kizeler's face.
That was the moment she built up her courage to peek at the battlefield once more; however, upon seeing the headless body with his father's clothes, she fell on her knees and lost all of her strength.
Yes, and I'm looking forward to your comments after knowing about it.
"I'm still dreaming about the prophecy." Ave Gayle said with her round emerald eyes staring directly at the Emperor. Then, the large conference room was filled with silence.