All the gods, the goddesses and all the creatures that had been invited to watch this execution drew in a breath sharply every time the whip lashed again, against the prisoner's back, who was none other than the new god. Chaos.
"Are you scared of watching this?" Hades, who happened to stand next to the nymph, could see how she grimaced at every blow that Chaos received.
The nymph would have begged for mercy if it was her, but Chaos didn't even flinch. He only furrowed his brows slightly, as if that man, who whipped him was actually scratching his back and he was being uncomfortable, despite the blood that streamed like a river across this holy great room.
The nymph didn't want to see this any longer, but she couldn't leave this place, or even look away, since it would be seen as disobeying the order.