The man tightened his grip, and the coldness in his eyes grew stronger.
Did he fail?
Was he abandoned?
In what way was he inferior to that idiot, Draven?
Why?
Why should he be sent away?
Why should he be sent away?
The feeling of suffocation grew stronger and stronger, and Aleah's eyes lit up with the joy of revenge.
She did not struggle, but instinctively grabbed the man's arm.
She felt that her wound had reopened and blood was slowly flowing out of her body.
Let it be...
Even if she died in this way, she could drag him with her.
It was better than living such a life and bearing the infamy of everyone.
Even if it was because she deserved it.
But in the end, she was still unwilling to give up.
Before her vision gradually blurred, all Aleah could see was the silver mask.
She also could see the lower jaw that was very similar to that of Draven's.