"What should we do, darling?"
A blonde woman asked anxiously. She wore Spiral Ethnic Clothing, her face covered in tears, and her pupils turned a bloody red from anger.
Before her stood her Black-haired Husband, his eyes similarly bloody red.
"Rosana, run! Kurapika is outside, and our son is outside too."
Rosana shook her head in grief.
"Listen to me, you must run. Run as fast as you can, through the woods behind. I'll hold them off here."
"Oh? Where could you possibly run to?"
A short man abruptly lifted the flap of the tent, holding a Slender Sword in his hand.
Seeing this, the husband shoved Rosana out with all his might.
Thrust outside, Rosana gazed at the bloody scene covering the ground and listened to the screams echoing in her ears, feeling extreme pain in her heart.
She gritted her teeth and ran desperately toward the outside.
Inside the tent.
"Stop! I won't let you go after her."
The husband held a club, speaking with a solemn expression, the crimson in his eyes proclaiming the anger within his heart.
"Your eyes have already turned red." The short man chuckled coldly, seeming quite pleased.
"What are you laughing at! Does the passing of life make you this happy?!"
The husband roared, suddenly turning and rushing out through the tent flap at the side.
Only in a different direction.
He was going to buy more escape time for his wife.
"Where could you possibly run to?"
The short man, who had been a few meters away from him, instantly appeared by his side, letting out a strange laugh and swinging his sword down fiercely.
Failing to dodge in time, the husband tumbled to the ground instantly. His left leg was cleanly severed from the hip, and a large amount of