His Painful Death.

Netayam's POV.

Kneeling on the cold, unforgiving ground, my tears flowed like a river, a torrential downpour of torture.

My heart clenched in a vise of pain and guilt, each beat echoing my torment. My once-bright eyes now mere slits, swollen and bloodshot, mirrored the chaos within me.

My very soul felt shattered, a delicate crystal heart smashed to pieces.

In the deafening silence of my isolation, I couldn't escape the relentless blame that I poured upon myself, a burden too heavy for my fragile shoulders to bear.

The weight of responsibility crushed me like a boulder on my chest. The thought that I was the cause of my brother's and my Beta's suffering gnawed at me like an insatiable beast.

"I'm at fault! I caused it! I was chasing after them!" I whispered, my voice trembling, barely audible even to my own ears. The words, like venom, seared my conscience.

As the darkness of my thoughts engulfed me, I dwelled on my own foolishness and the irresponsibility that had gripped me, the