Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1065

The grave pit was a large grave mound. It was as high as a small mountain, and there was a big tombstone standing on it, engraved with many names. Aurora's terror reached its peak, her throat releasing sharp, desperate screams for help.

One of the guards opened the cage door and grabbed her by the hair. Then, he yanked her out and tossed her onto the ground. Aurora felt a wave of pain flood through her body; she curled up, trying to crawl away.

The guard immediately seized her hair again and dragged her toward the grave mound, shoving her against the tombstone. He pointed to the names carved on it and roared, "Do you even recognize these names? You don't understand, do you? They're all the people you killed!"

Aurora shook her head frantically, gasping, "N-No, it wasn't me—"

Before she could finish, the enraged villagers surged forward.

Her screams cut through the crowd, echoing in the valley, sending birds scattering in fear.

Black clouds gathered from all sides, quickly blotting out the sky. Thunder rumbled, drowning out Aurora's screams.

Blood began to seep from under the crowd, flowing like a winding stream.

the blood that stained

like her shouldn't be allowed to live another moment, for the souls of the wronged could never find peace as long as she remained alive. Gradually, Aurora's screams faded. Her body was hacked beyond recognition,

pain made her teeth chatter, and the fear of death made

her were filled with murderous rage. They raised their knives and axes, bringing them down upon her body. The stench of blood filled the air, and the sight of it reminded her of the day her soldiers slaughtered the villagers. Back then, her soldiers had done the same-raising their swords and knives to hack at the unarmed villagers. Blood soaked the ground, and its scent filled the air. It was a smell that, for

even under threat of death, was enough to show

it up. She even entertained the thought that she could rise to the rank of

could achieve

expression was cold as she

As her consciousness gradually

blurred, she suddenly remembered

the person she once was. That monster couldn't have been her! She

roar of the villagers around her gradually turned into the screams from that time. They cursed her in words she couldn't understand. The more vicious

than seven or eight.

severed head had rolled a few paces, blood spilling from it, the child's eyes still wide with the terror

cold steel