"Myrra, my daughter!!. Help Papa!!"
Tavian yelled at the exact location in the distance where Myrra was currently hiding.
When Myrra heard her name being yelled by her father, she knew it would definitely be over for her if she didn't come up with something fast to save herself.
Begging for her life would probably be pointless and might even quicken her demise, judging by that guy's temperament.
Someone like that would only ever want one thing, and that is value. She would offer up whatever value she could, and hope he spares her.
Even though she was petrified beyond belief and shaking all over, Myrra forced herself to stand up slowly from where she had lain. She knew continuing to hide was no longer an option.
As Myrra approached the hero, and the remains of her once comrades, also seeing the miserable state of her father…
