Chapter 155: Are You Upset?
Alim shook his sword, sending thick drops of blood splattering onto the cold marble floor of the royal palace.
The severed head in his hand hung lifelessly by its long, blood-soaked white hair. Its face, frozen in terror, seemed almost to mock him. Disgust twisted his features as he flung the head into the corner with a grunt, then wiped the sweat and grime from his face with the back of his hand.
He had been fighting for so long that he had lost track of the days.
The war seemed endless, stretching into a haze of bloodshed and carnage. Yet, despite the grueling toll, his body refused to falter. Fatigue might have clawed at his bones, but he would not let it win.
His inner wolf stirred restlessly, clawing at the edges of his control, urging him to shift and fully unleash his violence. The raw temptation was nearly unbearable, but Alim clenched his jaw and suppressed the primal urge. He needed his hands for this fight—they were itching to finish the job.
"Was that the last one?"
The voice came from one of his warriors, who approached with slow, heavy steps. Blood and sweat matted the man’s face, his exhaustion mirroring Alim’s own.
Alim gave a short nod, exhaling a long breath of relief.
"Looks like they’ve been plotting this for quite a while... But in the end, all of them were just puppets. The queen’s influence runs deep—she’s managed to brainwash them thoroughly."
"Yeah..." the warrior muttered, his voice as worn as his body.
With a weary grunt, Alim turned and trudged out of the palace annex, his boots dragging slightly against the marble floor. Each step felt heavier than the last, and the distant promise of rest seemed almost within reach.