Like a panacea, the Second Breath healed everything in existence, revitalizing the world.
Not a single scar was left neglected, all were healed completely.
One prominent instance that was instantly noticeable is the night sky. It was decorated with holes caused by the damages dealt to the fabric of their dinsion, but now, it had returned to normal—the sky had recovered its beauty.
In fact, the sky was more beautiful than before, it seed to beco slightly more glossy.
Such change also impacted the moon.
It could embrace the entire world with its warmth fully since the holes were no more.
Unlike back then when the holes blocked so of its light to hit the world, creating phantom zones, that are darker than the other places—there were no such things right now. All of the surface of the world was embraced by the moonlight evenly.
Beneath the clear night sky with beautiful stars was a forest.
A lush green forest that lay in an eerie silence, as if the world itself held its breath.
No leaves rustled, no creatures stirred—its silence was profound.
Every part of the forest was trapped in an oppressive quiet, choking those who were nearby.
However, without warning, that tranquility shattered in an instant.
Mutated birds that were still adjusting to the new energy level were forced to fly away.
Coming out of nowhere, the air exploded with a cacophony that resonated through the trees, a beautiful symphony, that filled every crack, and crevice of the entire forest. Only those who have a strong sense of music can grasp the beauty of this lody.
As this music was not traditional at all.
It was not the kind of music that a person jamd in their room and vibed with it.
Contrary to that, this music is a lody composed of pure suffering.
A high-pitched scream of agony pierced the dim night, raw and unrelenting, echoing with the weight of the world's pain. Even those who heard this noise if there was one—could hear the explicit, palpable pain in this woman's voice.
One couldn't help but wonder what kind of pain could cause soone to scream like that.
anwhile, at the source of the scream, the horror continued.
Despite the surprising plea from Bevryth, rcy was already way out of her options.
Had she gone with Naela and apologized—there might have been so sliver of rcy, that she could hope to attain as doing that showed that she was a responsible person, and good enough to acknowledge her mistakes.
But that was out of the picture, that was not the case.
Kyran impaled the ice cocoon completely, putting an ice spike through one of the holes.
"STOP IT!"
Bevryth's scream resounded as she witnessed this, her voice was hoarse from desperation.
All she could was watch as her sister's ice coffin stabbed cleanly.
Even the tip of the ice spike ca out of the other side, and it was now tainted with blood.
Fresh blood, a sign that it had pierced through flesh.
Following that, a loud shriek exploded in the surroundings, and the owner of the voice was clear in Bevryth's mind. She knew that this was her sister's voice, and she had never heard her sister scream like this.
Listening to the pain in her sister's scream was breaking Bevryth's heart.
Days of waiting for this day to co after being instructed by Rex—allowed him to utilize his mind to the fullest. Rembering one punishnt in the Ice and Snow realm that Iseldra did on any Werewolves who refused to fight in the area, he decided to take reference in that.
Instead of being tortured by her underlings, the naught Werewolf's fate was far worse.
The Werewolf was put into a sarcophagus—an ice sarcophagus—with small holes across its length. After being placed inside, Iseldra's underlings stabbed the holes with needle-like ice spikes, piercing the Werewolf brutally, and left it in there for days, months, or even years.
A torturous process that was made to force the Werewolf to fight.
Force the Werewolf to never decline a fight ever again.
Because of that torture, anyone who ca out of it beca outright maniacal and devilish.
Nobody was an exception, everyone beca bloodthirsty to the fullest.
Like being in a rampage state but way more aggressive, they attacked anyone within range.
In the arena, fighting those who just exited the ice sarcophagus was a nightmare.
Even though Kyran had gotten stronger, from fighting all of his opponents inside the Ice and Snow Realm—able to create a terrifying streak as an enslaved gladiator for Iseldra—most of his losses happened because of fighting those who just exited the ice sarcophagus.
The Blind One was the nickna for those who just ca out of that torture.
Pitted against the Blind One is almost a sure loss for anyone.
Not only could they capitalize on their wrath, but they were also immune to pain.
Only wounds of the worst kinds could stop them from moving.
Such a result made Kyran wonder how in the world all of those Werewolves beca like that.
In his earlier days, he had the opportunity to experience the agonizing play.
Compared to the outside, the inside of the ice sarcophagus was not as cold.
For Kyran, it was even bordering on warm.
At first—he thought that the pain would not affect him and as expected, it did not, he easily persevered against the pain. But turns out, the worst part of this torture was not the pain, it was the effect from a liquid that ice spikes were coated with and also the confined space.
He realized it late, but the ice spikes were coated with a poisonous liquid.
It induces hallucinations and weakens his ntal fortitude.
Moreover, staying days, weeks, or months in confinent was not sothing pleasant.
Coupled with the mind tricks caused by hallucinations, Kyran didn't last more than a week.
Since it was a punishnt created for Werewolves with robust vitality, and beca stronger through anger—the Werewolves that ca out of it beca a fantastic gladiator. Iseldra has always looked forward to the fight when a Blind One was pitted in the arena.
Now, Kyran couldn't help but wonder what would happen if he did it to the Dark Elves.
Keeping it original is great and all but Kyran decided to upgrade the punishnt.
Back then, no matter how much he scread inside the ice sarcophagus, his voice would not reach outside. He could shout all he wanted and the world outside would never hear him. But that would not be ideal for his situation right now.
As opposed to doing that, he tweaked the design of the ice coffin.
On top of the screaming-woman shaped ice coffin, right in the mouth was a gaping hole.
He made it designed like this to amplify the scream from the person inside.
It would be great to torture Bevryth's mind if she could hear how her family mbers were in agony—because of her mistake. Since this is the first ti soone dared to attack Evelyn— after the Silverstar Pack moved to the Supernatural territory, this incident must be taken very seriously.
Due to that, the scream of Bevryth's sister bood louder than ever.
Recovering her senses, Bevryth pulled on Kyran's pants.
Upon feeling this, Kyran looked down and was t with Bevryth's surprisingly piercing glare.
"Do this, and I'll make sure the entire Dark Elf Kingdom hates you and your pack!" She roared, her eyes blazing in utter anger. "That is my sister! Her blood is blessed by our Mother! Even if I am shunned by my own people—I can certainly promise you that I will be able to shatter the peace your Emperor created with our kingdom. Stop this right now!"
As opposed to giving Kyran what he wants, which is her suffering, she remains steadfast.
She would not give him more satisfaction than this.
Listening to her threat, however, made Kyran pause for a brief second.
It was an unexpected threat, he thought that Bevryth had already given up on retaliating.
Taking his pause as hesitation, Bevryth smirked, 'He wouldn't dare continue knowing that'
However, Kyran turned away, hiding his irritation, "Still vigorous, I see..."
Pulling his leg away from Bevryth, he walked to the side, and made the tall ice spike, holding Bevryth's sister co down to the ground. It made Bevryth's eyes flash in excitent seeing that her sister's ice coffin was now on the ground.
Since Bevryth's sister was still screaming, Kyran closed the mouth part.
He stood before the ice coffin, looking at it intently.
"Do you know Iseldra?" Kyran suddenly asked as he looked blankly forward.
Before Bevryth could answer, Kyran already continued, "Yeah, she's the Goddess of Ice and Snow, a Lunirich Goddess, and she's one fucking lady alright. When I was in deep slumber, I wasn't sleeping, no, I was put in a gladiatorial pit for better treatnt and pillows"
Upon hearing this, Bevryth raised an eyebrow in confusion.
As opposed to responding to her threat, Kyran diverted the topic of conversation weirdly.
Frankly speaking, Bevryth didn't know where he was going with this.
"If you lost a fight—you do not get food and if you win a fight, you will get food—or not, it is however the fuck Iseldra wants. It is cold there—and I always thought that we, Werewolves, could go on without food for a long ti even in that cold place. But a month in without any food, and I already lost my mind, insane" Kyran shook his head—smiling a brutal smile as he recalled that mont.
Naturally, due to the tornt he endured, he bore hatred for those monts and Iseldra.
Pausing for a second, he straightened his mind before he raised a finger.
He rembered one particular scene that left a mark in his mind.
"One ti—I didn't get food despite winning 37 tis in a row and when I won my 38th fight, Iseldra still refused to give anything. I asked her why—and she only said because she did not want to" Kyran clenched his fists—chuckling to himself like a madman. "I didn't recognize myself back then, but I decided to tear my enemy's body and eat her whole.
She was savory, I do not know if I liked it or because of the hunger. However—I do know that I like the taste of her heart"
"It's cold, and it tasted exactly like popsicles. Soft and cold" He said those words intently.
Seeing Kyran smack his lips, Bevryth could feel a shiver run down her spine.
As unhinged as what he said was, she could see that he actually ant it.
He was not lying when he said that he liked it.
"Now, after I'm awake—I missed that taste," Putting the yearning for that taste to the back of his mind, Kyran turned around and looked at Bevryth directly in the eyes. He couldn't believe that she dared to threat him still in this position.
Moreover, the gap between his words was not helping at all.
It made Bevryth dying from suspense.
"Let's imagine that I ate your entire family's heart, in front of you... Because frankly speaking, even with this, you still haven't apologized for planning to hurt the Empress, and for that, you are testing my fucking patience here" Kyran finally ended, his voice nefarious and low.
Upon hearing this, Bevryth gulped harshly.
She couldn't feel the tip of her fingers anymore, the fear was gripping her tightly.
Even then, she seed to still try to keep her dignity and pride.
"No, you wouldn't dare. The Emperor wouldn't let you be that barbaric" She responded.
Despite her stubbornness, her voice was trembling, she couldn't keep her stoic facade.
Kyran tilted his head in response, a maniacal smirk adorning his face.
"Do you even know who I am...?"
Crack!
In the following second after that—Kyran twists his torso and pierces through the ice coffin behind him. His claws, shattered the front part of the ice coffin easily—a vicious swing that took Bevryth off guard.
"Hargghhk...?" Revealed inside the ice coffin was Bevryth's sister, stiffening visibly.
Smiling even wider, Kyran pulled out his claws with a beating heart.
And with a savage declaration, he puts the beating heart inside his mouth and bites it down.
Squelch!
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