บท 37: 37. A Severed Head, Battered, and Bloody.

In the eerie darkness of the Peta estate, the moon cast a feeble light upon the twisted trees in the small forest, creating an interplay of shadows. The silence was deafening, broken only by the occasional rustling of leaves or the haunting howls in the distance. The air was thick with dread, each breath an icy reminder of the lurking danger.

Among the villagers of Mordret's Barony, a sense of desperation hung in the air. They gathered in hushed clusters, their faces etched with fear, some clutching weapons, others whispering prayers into the night. Their eyes darted nervously, scanning the darkness for any sign of movement, hearts pounding in unison with the anticipation of the unknown.