Warning: Graphic description of death
He stepped forward and his temperament suddenly changed, the sword in his hand was extremely firm. It was like a green pine rooted on a precipice, righteous and lofty.
For a second, Helena did not feel like this person was an enemy here to kill her and her team but a righteous god here to deliver holy judgment on her.
She clenched her fist. She seemed to recollect various junctions in her life that she could leave but she didn't. The moment she joined the Phantom, it was like a one-way road without any chance to return. Wasn't there a saying that those who live by the sword would die by the sword?
The person looking at her did not have any empathy or sympathy in his eyes, he just stared at her with an indifferent gaze.
She just hoped that by now, Nova would have escaped far away. She raised her head high, staring at the man in front of her as she waited for death.