Battle of the Black Dragon Gate (14)

"S-Shye, the void portal is ready!" David exclaimed, panting in exhaustion after pushing his mental limits.

"Then go," Shye responded in a monotonous voice.

The remaining conscious cohort members weren't stupid and they, too, had already realized that Shye had become somewhat like the Soulless, though his condition seemed to be a little better, considering he could still talk logically.

They just couldn't sense a hint of emotion in him.

They were certain he had sacrificed their soul.

Harry, David, and Siegfried gritted their teeth and clenched their fists in frustration, inwardly lamenting how useless they were.

Had they been stronger, their dear friend wouldn't have had to sacrifice himself.

It had always been him.

Even in the past, it was Shye who always retreated last, who always guarded the rear if they encountered something they couldn't handle.