"NO! NO!! NO!!!" Chief Dona muttered lowly.
He looked at his wife and then at his hands.
Her blood filled his hands so much that some of it fell to the ground.
The ancestral sword was a very big broad sword.
With the spiritual energy of a cultivator in the bronze rank, her insides were as good as mushed potatoes from the one strike filled with so much rage.
Elder Joules coughed as her body jerked from time to time.
Blood leaked down her mouth like drops of water off a glass mirror.
He looked in her eyes as she did his.
"Why!? Why did you do that!?" he asked.
"I... I don't know." she muttered as she fell limply into his embrace.
It was true. She did not know why she jumped in front of the blade. How could she?
It was just the blood contract at work.
Her freedom of choice was taken away that day many years ago when she made that deal with Chiron.
It was that instance of pride that sealed her fate.
Chief Dona immediately left the sword as he held her.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!