Steel and Sorrow: Rise of the Mercenary king

Chapter 149: Surrender or die

Chapter 149: Surrender or die

Thalys hung from the post, his body sagging under the ropes that bound him tightly. His face was a mask of agony, sweat pouring down his skin as he gasped for air, his muffled cries turning into pathetic whimpers. His eyes, wide and filled with terror, darted around, searching for some mercy that would never come. The red-hot blade had already done its gruesome work.

The dagger sliced into his abdomen.His viscera, slick and glistening, was out, the foul smell of blood and burning flesh mixing with the air. Thalys continued to let out a guttural scream, but it was choked by the gag in his mouth. Tears streamed down his face, his body trembling violently, but he was still alive, horrifically so.

His intestines, half spilling from his gaping wound, twisted in a sickening display of slow torture. Each movement, each twitch of his body, sent fresh waves of unbearable pain through him. His eyes rolled back, and for a moment, it seemed like his body might finally give in. But death was slow, too slow, and the agony kept him conscious, trapped in his body as it betrayed him.

Thalys's cries grew weaker, turning into hoarse sobs. His lips quivered, and his face contorted with sheer desperation, as if he could plead with whatever gods were listening to end his suffering

Alpheo stood a few paces away, his eyes fixed on Thalys as the man writhed in excruciating pain. The sight was grotesque—blood pooled at Thalys's feet, his viscera spilled out from the gaping wound in his stomach. His muffled cries had faded into weak sobs, more animal than human.

Alpheo's face, hard and unflinching, twisted into something akin to disappointment. He let out a bitter sigh, muttering under his breath, "Even revenge is made pathetic now."