Chapter 988 - Before He Dies For Good

His hearing was gone.

The battlefield dissolved into a muted hellscape, his world now eerily quiet except for the pounding of his own heartbeat.

Through the haze of pain, he could make out Rosaline's wide, terrified eyes and the way her lips moved, shouting something he couldn't hear.

The blood that trickled into his eyes painted the scene before him in red—a grotesque image of chaos and desperation.

Ciara snarled, her frustration palpable as she stepped back, momentarily thwarted but far from defeated.

Clyde's chest heaved, his breaths shallow and labored as he forced himself to stay upright.

He turned his head just enough to meet Rosaline's gaze, his own filled with a desperate plea.

"Run!" he mouthed, though he wasn't sure if she understood.

Alas, his body swayed, his legs trembling as he fought to stay upright. His knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, blood dripping onto the dusty earth beneath him.