Recap :

  I can hear the mutters of the crowd

  “She deserved it “

  “sheesh they could have sent her to slave market”

  “yoo she's so gorgeous in red I wanted to…. @*%$@’?“

  What the hell are they talking about, when I saw the execution platform. Where a woman was kneeling while her dress and skin were torn apart and whip marks all over her body and she's fully covered with blood.

  How could they enjoy watching this type of sh*t

  Episode 6

  I knew something was wrong the moment I smelled it.

  Blood always had a smell.

  Not sharp like iron—but thick, heavy, almost sweet when it stayed too long in the air.

  The Guild Execution Hall reeked of it. Old stone soaked with suffering.

  Adventurers shoulder to shoulder. Robes brushing armor. Boots scraping stone. Laughter.

  Gambling slips being exchanged. Someone was eating roasted meat like this was a festival.

  I didn’t know why my chest felt tight.

  At first, my mind refused to register what my eyes were seeing.

  How could they celebrate a women's torture as a festival, is she a real witch or something?

  Her back isn't much visible but I'm pretty sure her back wasn’t skin anymore.

  Whip marks crossed and overlapped until there was no untouched place left.

  Some wounds were fresh—still bleeding slowly. Others had crusted over, only to be torn open again.

  Her clothes had been stripped away until they were barely clinging to her.

  Blood ran down her arms, dripped from her fingers, pooled beneath her knees and her eyes were closed.

  The executioner stepped back, wiping sweat from his brow “Bring those 5 buckets”

  The word was shouted like a command, not mercy.

  Five men dragged forward five heavy buckets.

  Howw could they torture her even after her death.

  She might have done any crime but this is too much.

  The first bucket hit her body.

  ?It was slush hit her—water so cold it smoked in the humid air—she didn't scream.

  Not at first. Her body just... seized. I watched her fingers claw at the air.

  The water ran pink as it washed over the raw furrows on her back, turning the steam of her wounds into a freezing mist.

  ?She looked up then, and for a second, There was no anger left in her, only a hollow, terrifying vacancy.

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  It was the look of someone who had already left their body behind, leaving only the shivering remains for the crowd to gawk at.

  How could they not even letting her die in pain.

  The second bucket followed.

  Then the third, fourth and fifth

  Her body arched violently as nerves that should have gone numb were forced awake again.

  Steam rose from her wounds as the cold shocked her system.

  Not even a sound—just air being torn out of her lungs.

  The crowd erupted.

  Someone whistled.

  “Still breathing!”

  “She’s tough!”

  “She's freaking! sick”

  Suddenly everyone started to Shout

  “Bring the viscous comb!”

  “Bring the viscous comb!”

  “Bring the viscous comb!”

  The Executioner commands “Bring those 2 remaining buckets for our audience ”

  Two men brought the 2 buckets.

  The Executioner poured a Raw Thick Golden Honey.

  They poured it slowly.

  Deliberately.

  It coated her hair, her face, her open wounds. It clung to her skin, seeped into torn flesh,dripped down her legs.

  The Executioner wickedly smiled and left the Execution stage.

  That was when I heard it a Chug sound of “zzzzzz”

  When I turned back it was Whisper hounds.

  They weren’t really hounds.

  Anyone who called them that had never seen one up close. They were monstrous bees—each the size of a clenched fist.

  Their mouths were needle-thin, designed not just to feed, but to burrow.

  The swarm descended.

  This time there was no holding back. The whisper hounds covered her, crawling into wounds, dissolving flesh.

  Her body jerked violently, chains rattling as she thrashed in agony she couldn’t escape.

  I heard myself breathing

  Fast.

  Shallow.

  The sound of the bees deepened, morphing into a different kind of buzzing—the ringing in my ears from years ago.

  Suddenly, I wasn't in the guild hall's Execution stage . I was back in courtroom.

  ?Back then, my heart had hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird.

  I remembered the faces of the men—the monsters— who ?@pp#d a girl. The way I had swallowed my own voice when the judge asked if I’d seen anything.

  I had been so afraid of them. I had chosen silence to save my own skin, and in that silence, she didn't got justice even after her death. Sooner I realize she's a sister of Aisha.

  My hands were shaking.

  I heard an announcement “ We have another surprise. Bring out the boy.”

  Chains rattled behind me.

  They dragged him forward.

  Dirt smeared his face. A slave collar glowed faintly around his neck, suppressing his essence.

  His wrists were bound with iron chains.

  Soon when I looked closely it was him the one who trespassed into a guild's territory in the forest.

  I can't open my eyes, Everything happened all because of me.

  I can't face Aisha, if I dead here I will be free.

  Suddenly someone whispered “What can you expect from a land of corruption”

  When turned back it was luna, I can't hold my tears.

  She smiled “Don't be a cryboy, if you can't take this try to change”

  I just nodded, her advice is synced to past life too.

  When I turned my head towards the stage, his head was forced up, He saw her.

  I can see he's screaming something but for some reason I can't hear anything.

  The air thickened—not with heat, but with weight.

  Like the world itself was holding its breath.

  The boy’s essence ignited.

  His fire essence didn’t expand.

  It collapsed inward.

  Compressed.

  Condensed.

  Like a star being born inside a human chest.

  Boom.

  His heartbeat echoed through the hall.

  Boom.

  The chains on his wrists glowed red, then melted.

  Boom.

  The slave collar cracked.

  The whisper hounds froze mid-air—then turned to ash.

  The platform beneath him softened, stone flowing like wax.

  People screamed.

  Someone shouted, “KILL HIM!”

  At that moment my eyes can't sense the Executioner.

  Someone screaming while running near me “How could a diamond 1 Ranked Executioner turned into Ash”

  I can't even locate the Ash of an Executioner.

  Many Adventurers pushed me and rushed him—Platinums,Crowns, even a Diamond -level enforcer.

  Their spells evaporated before forming. Weapons bent away from him, glowing white-hot before dripping to the floor.

  Anyone who got close turned into ash instantly.

  Bodies melted before pain could reach their minds.

  He himself is the sun.

  He walked.

  Each step erased life.

  He reached the platform.

  Lifted his mother gently,

  Her body was ruined

  The sun went out.

  The flames vanished like they’d never existed.

  The boy screamed.

  Not in rage.

  In grief so raw it felt like it tore the sky open.

  Then he disappeared.

  Silence swallowed the hall.

  I vomited onto the stone.

  Sooner or later I will become a target for sure.I have to train harder so that I won't be feared of anything next time I will change if not I can't face Aisha.

  After — The loop begins

  I didn’t cry.

  I didn’t sleep.

  I trained.

  The sword swung until my arms trembled. Footwork until my legs burned. Breathing exercises until my lungs screamed.

  Again.

  Again.

  Again.

  If I stopped, I’d think.

  If I thought, I’d remember.

  If I remembered, I’d break.

  So I looped.

  Quest. Training. Sleep.

  Quest. Training. Sleep.

  The guilt sat in my chest like a buried blade.

  because of me—everything happened.

  Tuesday evening at the Guild's hall.

  The Guild Hall buzzed like a disturbed nest.

  “High-security prison destroyed!”

  “Dark slave market breached!”

  “Hundreds escaped—no survivors among guards!”

  When I saw the newspaper it was all horkas doing.

  Everyone lost their closed ones because of me.

  I trained harder, so that I won't even think to run away.

  Thursday

  The announcement hit the Guild Hall like a knife to the throat.

  Back to back News.

  A projection flared above the central pillar.

  A symbol burned into the air.

  A broken throne.

  A voice followed

  “We are DESTROY ,

  We are the forgotten.

  We will erase the Guild.

  We will burn the Kingdom.”

  The name echoed.

  Horkas.

  Someone shoved a drink into my hand.

  “Rough times, huh?”

  The liquid sloshed.

  My eyes were blurred,

  In front of me a house is burning. I don't know who's house it is but I'm pretty sure I was the reason.

  I started to shake.

  The drunken man “day dreaming? ”

  I said “sorry I can't drink ”

  He laughed at me “what a weirdo”

  I returned to my loop.

  Friday

  This time I will challenge myself not to run.

  I was good enough to strike one, I know I will be defeated but I will face them.

  Three bullies waited.

  They smiled.

  I didn't.

  Horkas was out there, Becoming something worse.

  And I—

  I tightened my grip on my sword.

  Because this time—

  I wouldn’t look away.

  To be continued