Ah Luo's roar turned into a desperate wail, powerless to change anything.
With eyes about to split, he watched helplessly as Ah Rou was pressed onto the execution platform by the guards, the Executioner raised the giant Chopper shaped like a crescent moon.
"For the glory and purity of Black Rock City." The priest's voice coldly pronounced the final verdict.
The Sword's light fell.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
Ah Luo saw the despair and bewilderment in Ah Rou's eyes.
Finally, the light in her eyes dissipated.
The small head separated from the body, rolled to the ground, covered in dust and bloodstains.
It rolled over a few times, eventually stopping in front of Ah Luo's desperately outstretched fingers.
Empty eyes, staring directly at him, frozen with the bewilderment and fear of life's final moment, as if asking him:
"Brother... why?"
The hope he thought was within reach collapsed suddenly in Ah Luo's inner world.
