Winston stood there, shocked. He could not believe what he was staring at. Was it really Emma's dead body? Or was it some doll made by the Sandeth to stun them?
"Winston? Why do you look so worked up over that kid? Well, I mean, she is a dead kid, but you seem… horrified… are you okay?" Dalthrek asked, a hint of concern in his voice.
"That's… that's my daughter…" Winston replied.
Dalthrek looked at him in shock. Then at Throgond in fury.
"YOU FILTHY SCUM!"
Dalthrek charged at him with pure rage.
"I'LL KILL Y—"
SCHWACK.
Dalthrek's head fell to the floor. Throgond had just killed him too.
Winston was absolutely devastated. He couldn't think. He could only stand there.
"Aww, little human. Are you sad? Because it's all your fault. You left her alone and defenseless. Her final cries were 'Daddy! Daddy, save me!' before I ended her pathetic human life. And now I'm going to end yours."
And Throgond picked up his hammer and—