"Gorr…!" Vane tried to scream, but the dominion crushed his lungs. Only a strangled, wheezing rasp escaped his throat.
Tears streamed down his weathered face as he strained every muscle, veins popping across his neck and temples.
His fingers twitched uselessly at his sides, unable to even form a fist.
Move! Move, damn you! he screamed inside his own mind. His heart shattered with every new scream from Gorr.
He had ordered the skinning of that village girl without hesitation, never imagining his own blood would suffer the same fate.
Now he was forced to watch… helpless, paralyzed, unable to look away… as Sol methodically stripped his son's face off like an animal hide.
A guttural, broken sound finally tore from Vane's throat… half sob, half roar… but it was swallowed by the dominion.
His eyes locked onto Sol's blood-drenched figure with pure, murderous hatred… and utter helplessness.
