A Thunderous Fall (2)

Human emotions can be difficult to understand sometimes.

The peak that Baylor once saw in his older brother, Drogo… Frost had seen in his father.

But unlike Baylor—who discarded his peak in the most brutal way—Frost had looked up to his.

To see the figure he had revered for so long defiled like this… It was unbearable.

Frost was rotten to the core. But unlike his father… he had never abandoned his principles.

He was truly about to kill him.

"Sorry, handsome, but I can't let you do that ❣️"

Like a ghost, Madam A appeared before Frost. And just as swiftly, she delivered a lightning-fast kick that sent him flying. Blood gushed from his mouth mid-air.

"Don't kill him!"

Baylor shouted the moment he saw his son crash violently into the ground.

Frost coughed, struggling to gather himself.

Just one kick… yet it felt like half his bones had shattered. This was insane.

Madam A turned toward Baylor, who lay behind her.