Third POV—
The village chief looked completely devasted. It was as if he had lost his will to live. That woman... that damn woman, killed everyone. She killed each and every of their soldier brutally. Never in his life, he had seen such a bloody sight. That monster... she... was sitting on his son's corpse, and was giving him an innocent look. It was like she was just a bystander; without any knowledge of the carnage, she had done to their village. Her face was covered with their men's blood.
"So, what's your stand now? Do you still want to make me son's 'slave?' Aya, your son is... hmmm... dead?" said Sharon.
The man underneath her groaned in pain. Sharon turned her head towards him. She said, "Oh, he is still alive. My bad! Chief, you should hurry. If I were you, I would you hurry to save my son, whose legs are being pulled towards his death bed."
