Hamlyn's eyes welled up with tears as he stared at Yume, his heart weighed down with sorrow.
"Ullmar, what happened to her?" Hamlyn asked gently, his voice trembling with emotion.
A heavy silence fell over the group, leaving them frozen in shock and fear.
Ullmar's face, devoid of expression, was covered in severe bleeding and injuries. His eyes were particularly damaged, and wounds were scattered across his battered face.
Blood dripped from Yume's mouth and forehead, staining her face with crimson.
Hamlyn's gaze shifted to Ullmar's hand, which was gripping something tightly. Following his line of sight, Hamlyn's eyes landed on a dagger embedded in Yume's abdomen, with Ullmar's hand firmly clasped around the wound.
Hamlyn's scream of agony and fury erupted, echoing through the desolate surroundings.
Sheryl's grief poured out as she fell to her knees, tears streaming down her cheeks and her sobs echoing around them.