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As Tyler knelt silently beside his unconscious mother, the cruel laughter of the guards continued to echo in the dungeon walls like a chorus of mockery. 

They felt untouchable, they thought they had won. 

Then one of the guards turned toward the man who had escorted Tyler into the underground 

cell block. 

“Hey you!” he barked. “Which idiot allowed you to arrest this punk?” 

Another guard stepped forward, a smug look on his face. “You actually did something right for once. Bringing this filth here? That’s the kind of service the palace needs.” 

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They clapped mockingly, chuckling among themselves. 

“Good work,” one jeered. “We’ll take it from here. We’ve been waiting for this trash.” 

But their smirks began to fade… quickly. 

Because that’s when their eyes drifted down… and noticed the crest on the escorting guard’s 

shoulder. 

At that moment their expressions froze mid–mockery. 

The emblem was not common. 

It was golden, laced with black threadwork, and embedded with a small royal sapphire, an insignia of high standing, one reserved only for elite guards who served directly beneath the king himself. 

Guards who had access to royal chambers. 

Guards who saw the king’s face every day, Guards who could, with a word, summon the King’s personal decree, the laughing guards suddenly went stiff, their faces turned pale. 

Immediately one of them swallowed hard, his lips parting slightly. 

Another’s eyes 

flickered nervously to the man’s side–searching for a sword, an order scroll, anything to confirm what they were beginning to realize. 

He outranks us, Not just by one level by several. 

The man who had walked Tyler into the dungeon wasn’t one of them. 

He was above them. 

And he had seen everything, still, the royal escort said nothing. 

He simply stood at attention, watching silently, almost waiting. 

The dungeon was now filled with the heavy silence of fear. 

And in the midst of it, Tyler rose slowly to his feet. 

No rage on his face, no tears in his eyes, Just… a steady, deadly calm. 

He stood tall now his shadow casting over the floor like a wall. 

And when he spoke, his voice was no longer tired. 

It was like thunder under velvet. 

“For an innocent woman,” Tyler said coldly, “you dared to do this to her…” 

Immediately the guards flinched at the sound of his voice. 

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immediately the guards incned at the sound of nis voice. 

Tyler took a step forward, his eyes like steel. 

“Just because she is poor.” 

His words struck like blades. 

“Is it a crime to be poor?” he demanded, his voice growing heavier with each word. 

“Is it a crime to beg for what you are going to eat?” 

He paused, his glare sweeping over the room. 

“Is it a crime?” 

However the guards said nothing, they couldn’t. 

Tyler’s voice was now filled with something that cut deeper than any weapon truth. 

He pointed to his mother lying motionless on the cold floor. 

“Just because of that…” he whispered, “you dared to do this to my mother. 

At that moment his tone dropped, darker now. 

“You dared to raise your hands and carried a whip to discipline my mother.” 

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The chamber was frozen, the air had turned so thick, so heavy, that even breath seemed like a 

crime. 

The four guards, who moments ago laughed and mocked without fear, now stood like statues. 

They didn’t understand what was happening. 

Tyler’s tone, his posture, the energy radiating from his body it all felt… wrong. 

Different, It wasn’t the stance of a broken son, It wasn’t the presence of a commoner. 

It was something else entirely. 

But their pride… their arrogance… it wouldn’t let them acknowledge what their instincts were screaming. 

So they stared at him with disgust. 

As if clinging to the only power they understood hatred for the weak. 

“He’s still just a fool,” one of them muttered under his breath. 

Another sneered. “We’ll deal with him like we dealt with the rest. 

But even as they spoke, the one guard who had whipped Tyler’s mother the hardest who had struck her down and spat venom in her face stepped forward. 

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He turned slowly, facing Tyler with blood–stained hands and hollow eyes. 

He squinted at him. 

“You think you’re scary, you fool?” he said with a sharp sneer. “You’re just another.” 

He never finished the sentence. 

“SHHFF!” 

A sound like the tearing of space itself exploded through the air. 

And then. 

THUD. 

A head dropped to the ground. 

There was no warning. 

No flash, no wind, no cry. 

Just that horrifying, echoing sound. 

The man’s head bounced once, then again, and again. 

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The rhythm was sickening, by the time it stopped, it had bounced five times before rolling to a gentle halt. 

Blood trailed in every direction, splattering the floor like scattered ink. 

And worse, the man’s body was still standing. 

Stiff, Frozen, headless. 

Only after two long, eerie seconds did it collapse with a meaty thump beside his severed head. 

The sound rang like a death bell. 

The remaining three guards stared in stunned horror. 

Their mouths hung open, but no words came out. 

Immediately their hands gripped their weapons, but not to attack. It was instinct, Fear. Desperation. 

Because they didn’t understand what just happened. 

One moment their comrade was alive. 

Arrogant, Speaking, and the next his head was bouncing on the floor like a discarded stone. 

They didn’t understand what they had just seen. 

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They didn’t understand what they had just seen. 

They didn’t even understand what they saw. 

The headless body finally hit the ground with a dull, final thud arms limp, knees bent unnaturally, as if surrendering to gravity’s judgment. 

The other three guards stood frozen, their eyes darting from the body to Tyler. 

Their disbelief quickly twisted into rage. 

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“You-!” one of them bellowed, his voice cracking with panic and fury. “You just killed a royal guard!” 

Another guard clenched his fists, stepping forward despite the trembling in his knees. “How dare you?! That’s an insult to the king himself!” 

“You’re going to die for this!” the third shouted. 

Their words echoed in the stone chamber, desperate and loud. 

But Tyler never flinched. 

He didn’t blink, he didn’t even look at them as threats. 

He simply stood there silent, and in the very next second… 

“SCHLK!!” 

The loudest of the three guards gasped. 

Immediately his breath hitched, his mouth opened but no sound came out, Because his chest had just split open. 

Not with a sword. Not with fire. Not with any visible force. 

It had simply… opened, his eyes slowly dropped, and to his horror, his heart was no longer inside him.