Screams kept ripping through the battlefield, one after another…
Emily looked downright crazed. She hacked at Sophia with her sword again and again, swing after swing—every strike drawing fresh blood.
Sophia's legs were already ruined. She couldn't dodge even if she wanted to. All she could do was lie there and endure the endless slashing, her mouth wide with nonstop, tearing screams.
Everyone watching felt their skin crawl.
But not a single person dared to speak up and stop it.
Ethan and the others just stood there in silence. They understood—Emily had been holding things in for a long time. This was pressure built up to the breaking point. She needed to vent, or it was going to twist into something worse.
Henry did step in.
Not to hurt Sophia.
To heal her—quietly, in the middle of it all.
Emily kept cutting for more than ten minutes.
Sophia screamed for more than ten minutes.
