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18. Bloodbath

Author: KATHLEEN HAYAT
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-05-22 20:16:56

The moment the horn sounded, the world slipped from beneath her feet.

It wasn't a sound, it was a sentence. A curse. A violent cruelty that twisted the air into panic and despair.

Freya stood frozen at the center of the arena, her bare feet digging into the rough sand as chaos erupted all around her.

She had faced monsters. She had lived through pain. But this?

This was her nightmare.

Not because she feared death.

But because she feared what she was about to witness, what her innocent people were about to become.

A silence stretched for a heartbeat as panicked eyes looked around in raw fear. Her people were all innocent. She couldn't let her people die. Ragnar was doing this deliberately.

She noticed how every single one of her people was hurt, beaten, they had dried blood and bruises on them. Ragnar will pay for this.

"We need to calm down-" Her voice was low, but she stopped mid-sentence, her eyes widened when someone among her people moved.

A warrior. One of her people. He rushed t
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