Chapter 51

Ibaeran looked at the person that stood before with a look of awe and wonder, taking aback by the familiar face that looked so unrecognizable. And looking back at her was the face of a girl she knew all too well, the of slave that had been bound by shackles and chains of fear her entire life, living a pathetic life servitude and constantly bowing her in obedience to her cruel and heartless masters, the face of someone who after struggling and fight with all she had, gaining strength and power beyond anything she could ever imagine or comprehend, still had to bend a knee to a cruel and heartless monster didn’t even care for his own kin, the face of coward trying to be a hero. But at the very same time that wasn’t what she saw.