DISCLAIMER: This is a very emotional chapter, prepare to cry, just like I am crying right now.
Thunder clapped with every step the fox king took. Every excruciating breath he took, lightning struck.
To the beastworld, it felt like a blanket of darkness had fallen upon them with no single sunlight in sight. The sky roared and striked with life.
While to Ren, he was giving it his all.
He was a king, this much he could handle. His small claws scraped desperately against the polished wood. He stumbled, his chin striking the edge of a step, leaving a faint smear of crimson blood behind. He couldn't breathe.
His vision was tunneling into a suffocating, fuzzy blackness, but the agonized, muffled screams of his Queen echoing from the second floor acted as a magnetic, undeniable pull on his fading soul.
Drax had been dismissed by his father to keep the children in check so they wouldn't see their mother in pain.
He wished he could go with them, so he wouldn't have to die before her.
