"Octavion... How could you just die like that? Your death... It was so senseless..." Quenric suddenly broke into sobs.
His wails of grief echoed through the halls, carrying an anguish so raw that nearly everyone in the Tenth Hall could hear his sorrow.
Tennyson glared at Quenric, his expression dark with fury, yet he held his tongue.
After a while, Quenric pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed at his eyes. Whether his tears had been genuine or not remained uncertain.
"My Lord, this Jared truly deserves to die, we must avenge Octavion!" Quenric exclaimed, hastily wiping his face.
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