Chapter 15: The Queen’s Guilt
"So, it's you!"
Valeska hurled the ice crystal in her hand at his face.
"Damn rebel scum!"
She kicked his head, sending it crashing against the wall.
She didn't stop—her boots rained down on his face with merciless rhythm, turning it into a bloody pulp.
Weakened, Hastora fought to endure the pain.
If only he could use magic... he could escape.
But Darnel's men had fitted anti-magic bracelets on his arms beforehand, suppressing his mana and rendering his magic useless.
Even after his trip to the Nihility Collapse, he was powerless in this state.
He was certain—death was just around the corner.
His body was slashed, stomped, kicked, and repeatedly bludgeoned with an iron rod until his bones were pulverized.