"How did it happen?"
Rose asked herself, looking as her neck was held by Drakion.
The guards were like paper before Drakion.
She couldn't even see his movements; all she saw was fountains of blood rushing out from their headless bodies.
Their heads dancing in the air, creating a beautiful yet gruesome scene.
Before she could move, her neck was already held by Drakion.
Fear gripped her heart, terror flowing through her veins, her eyes wide open looking at those golden eyes.
The golden splendor of Drakion's eyes looked like a veil to her, because behind that eye, she saw seas of blood and killing intent.
She felt there was more to it, but there was something keeping this blood and killing intent.
"Spare me, please," Rose begged; she knew her life was at Drakion's mercy.
She began to think of how she would escape death, and make Drakion not kill her.
Something flashed into her mind.
Even though she was held in Drakion's hands, she tried moving her hands.
