บท 52: Ruthless Rona

A woman sat on a rough stone throne, gnawing on a piece of wild animal meat. The flickering sunlight cast eerie shadows on the walls, adding to the tension in the air. Two men knelt before her, their foreheads beaded with sweat, fear etched across their faces.

The woman abruptly stood up, her face twisted in anger, and struck the two men with a bone, sending them tumbling back several meters. "Who gave you the authority to steal meat from our storage?" she demanded, her voice sharp.

Her voice and the way she acted showed how strong she was, just like a resilient tree standing tall in the face of a raging storm.

One of the men stammered, his excuse feeble. "I was afraid the meat would rot, so I thought I'd better eat it."

"Since we hunted those meats, It belongs to us," Other man decided to stand up against the woman, who had veins popping out of her head.