Nert entered inside the familiar hall, dragging one of his feet limply behind him.
One of his ears was missing, and his right hand was twisted severely. His hair was clumped with clotted blood, and his teeth chattered, like he had been struck by an invisible cold.
The hall was dark, barely lit by a dim center lamp at the rooftop. But he could still feel multitude of eyes boring into him from the shadows where eight thrones loomed in the darkness.
He ignored them, walking to the center throne where the dim light barely illuminated the outline of a gorgeous woman, her hair the color of inky darkness.
She had her legs crossed, her round eyes open in shock.
He allowed his knees to fall to the ground, then he raised his head slightly, turning it toward the direction of the thrones before settling his gaze on the center throne where the gorgeous woman sat.
Then he let his lips curl into one of mockery.
"I apologize… for exceeding your expectations."
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