🔥 Bro this is intense. Chapter Seven shifts from Azeon's cruelty to Atta's guilt and helplessness — The Guilt
The moment Azeon's grip loosened, Atta staggered back into control. His glowing eyes dimmed, leaving only horror behind. He looked down… and froze.
Beneath his foot lay the crushed head of the guard. Blood pooled across the garden stones.
Atta's breath caught. His knees buckled, and he collapsed backward.
"No… no no no…"
Tears welled up, spilling freely. His hands clawed at his face, nails dragging against pale skin as he screamed in anguish.
"Whyyyyyyyy?! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh!"
The cry tore through the courtyard, raw and broken. Students who had once feared his power now looked on in confusion.
An elf leaned shakily toward a dwarf student.
"W-what's happening? He just killed a man… fought Prince Ethan… and now he's crying?"
The dwarf's voice trembled.
"I don't know. But I don't want to stay here anymore…"
Prince Ethan stepped forward, his wings casting a long shadow. Fury burned in his eyes as he grabbed Atta by the collar and yanked him up to his feet.
"You dare kill an angel in my kingdom?" His voice was ice, dripping with venom.
Mana flared around his fist, glowing with holy power. Ethan didn't hesitate. His punch crashed into Atta's face. Then another. And another.
Crack. Thud. Crack.
Each strike drove Atta further into despair. His teeth shattered, blood poured from his nose and lips, his swollen eyes barely opened through tears. Students gasped and flinched with each blow.
"Prince Ethan will kill him," one angel student whispered, horrified.
Another shook their head.
"If you intervene… you'll die too."
Atta dangled weakly in Ethan's grip, his body broken and trembling. Through swollen lips and a voice barely audible, he whispered:
"Help… me…"
And then—
WHOOOOOSH!
A cyclone of wind exploded across the courtyard, tearing Ethan off his feet and hurling him several meters back. Dust and leaves swirled violently, and from the storm's eye emerged a figure cloaked in radiant light.
"Princess Fiza!" a student shouted in shock.
Fiza rushed forward, her white dress flowing, her aura blazing with divine purity. She caught Atta in her arms, holding him close. Her hand cupped his bruised face, thumb brushing gently over his cheek as if trying to wipe away both blood and despair.
Her voice trembled, but her fury was absolute.
"What… did you do… to my brother?!"
The air quaked. Pressure slammed down across the garden, crushing weaker students to their knees. Her white mana core—the rarest, most pure and powerful of them all—shone like a blinding star.
The storm howled louder. Her scream shook the heavens.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BROTHER?!"
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To be continued…