John and others returned to the Oracle Palace.
In the south part of the palace.
Kate woke up from a coma, her face as white as a sheet. What she saw first was a familiar face looking at her with concern.
"Little John..."
She murmured.
Her mind was still in a mess.
Was it an illusion?
She was dead, right?
Then why was John in front of her? Was he a fake shadow she imagined before she went to the underworld?
Kate reached out her hand to rub John’s face. "My little John... I'm so sorry…. I have just met you once, and now I'm leaving... I’m so sorry"
"Kate, see, you are still alive. I have killed all the bastards that dared hurt you."
John was heartbroken when seeing Kate’s pale face.
"Am I still alive?"
Kate was stunned.
She could feel the pain coming from her shoulders.
How could a dead person feel pain?
She rubbed her face in a daze, the touch was so real, so warm.