I'm Not Ready To Face Your Wrath

Commander Iria dumbfoundedly looked at Crown Prince Emor who didn't seem to be in a good situation. She called him many times but there was no reaction, let alone a response. She wasn't even sure if he heard her!

She noticed how cold sweat was still forming on his forehead nonstop. He was struggling. It was clear. She knew that she must do something but... what would she do? She didn't understand this situation.

When she felt like she had no other choice, she grabbed his hands and tried to remove them from his ears, hoping to make him focused on her, but... the moment he felt her touch, he flinched and his eyes suddenly flew open as he distanced himself from her!

Fear and pain. That's what the Masked Commander saw in his eyes. "Your Highness... " she muttered, confused yet somewhat anxious. She kept on staring at him as her mind went blank.