*1000 years Earlier : Continued*
Dahlia's body jerked violently from the sudden release of pressure. She let out a strangled gasp as blood gushed freely from the open wound.
The second leader then rose to his feet, satisfied with his actions. He turned to the warriors and gestured toward Dahlia's limp, bloodied form.
"Pick her up," he barked coldly. "We are taking her back to the clearing. Everyone should be present to watch the end of the one who took our children and made us suffer."
Without hesitation, two warriors stepped forward and grabbed Dahlia roughly without care for the deep wounds scattered across her body. Now taking her to the clearing where she would meet her demise, she winced as her injured legs dragged across the ground.
Her body was battered, weak and sagged like a
