The icy wind of early winter blew gently, as the blood-red moonlight bathed the land.
"Surrender!" shouted Erwin standing in front of the castle drawbridge, "Lay down your weapons, and we will grant you a fair trial! Considering that you were tempted by demons, as long as you repent sincerely, I can guarantee a pardon from your execution! This is a condition set to prevent greater casualties, and it's the bottom line! You must pay for what you have done!"
These words were shouted with all his might. Everyone present could hear them clearly, including Dovna, who stood atop the tower.
After a brief silence, Dovna's piercing laughter rose, "Do you think I would surrender? Are you joking? Hahaha! I regret not tearing you to pieces back then—! Fortunately, I now have the chance to make up for my mistake!"
A hideous and almost manic expression.
