Boom!
The sky roared again. Shihuang stretched out a hand.
"I will…"
He would never be able to see Myohan. He would never be able to look into those clear eyes, never hug that small body, never kiss those soft lips, never caress his soft hair.
The god looked at him coldly.
"You will do what?"
He had so many things to say.
We will meet again. Next time, I will protect you. I will.
"What has already been done can't be undone."
But the god was merciless. The generosity he had shown Shihuang had completely disappeared.
"You don't have any power to protect him."
"O Shin, I…."
"If I give this child to you,"
Myohan opened his eyes a little in his hand. His faint gaze passed the subjects and went to Shihuang. The god's held him with his hand.
"Will you save him?"
Shihuang couldn't say he would. Myohan's lifeline had ended a long time ago. He could die the second he got out of the god's sight.