No Respect For The Dead

Gasps and horrified murmurs rippled through the crowd, paralyzed by the brutal reality of what had just happened. Even Enel's siblings stared in stunned disbelief, their faces drained of color.

But there was more...

Without a hint of remorse, Enel stepped forward, his boot crushing down on Nerina's lifeless head, grinding it into a grotesque smear against the ground.

The wet, sickening crunch echoed through the arena, filling the air with a spine-chilling dread.

For a moment, the entire crowd was frozen in shock, the weight of his action sinking in as Enel stood there, his face cold and unfeeling, the silence amplifying the horror of his merciless display.