~Wysteria POV~
"Pull her! Pull her reign!"
My body was yanked back, succumbing to the feet of the beholder. The shoes he wore were clad in silver and it flashed as he landed a hard kick on my gut.
"Gah!"
Blood splurted out of my mouth. I saw the flash again but this time, I blocked it with my palm. Bone-crunching sounds rang in the air.
My flesh was torn apart.
"Witness! The Virgin She-Wolf healing abilities!" The speaker's voice boomed across the hallway, gaining hands clasping at his remark.
I glared down at the audience. Their faces were covered with a mask of wicked designs.
"Cowards," I spat onto the front row.
Their laughter halted and turned to fury. In spur, the beholder of the reign yanked my collar back, tilting me and stomped on my back.
The fracturing sounds
