Concerto no. 62: The Symphony of ...

With weakened legs, pallid countenance, disordered thoughts, and his heartbeat drumming in his ears, Dimitri rushed back to his bedroom, dreading his earlier behavior. His eyes, which remained indifferent towards every specimen's pain in the past, were now overflowing with undisguised anxiety.

Thousands of images depicting her possible demise were crammed in his mind, further sapping the color off his face turning into a sheet of white paper.

No, he won't allow it! Even if Hades personally comes, he will fight him to the death. Dimitri brooded in seriousness.

After an agonizing three minutes, he finally saw the shadow of the bedroom and kicked the wooden door with a force so great that the hinges loosened.

Arianne's nose once again let out a line of blood, eroding his heart. The iron-clad arm around her tightened as if it would stop the blood from flowing.