"Johnnie!"
"Master!"
Cecilia and Nalorin Sylvia cried out, faces pale. They broke free of Pitiless's bindings and rushed to Johnnie.
"Johnnie, don't scare me!"
Cecilia hugged him tight, her face white as paper. Tears slid down as she cried in silence.
Right now, she couldn't feel any sign of life from him. No rebirth—this was true death.
Nalorin Sylvia stood there in a daze, staring blankly, at a loss.
For some reason, her heart suddenly felt hollow. A heavy, nameless feeling surged up and clogged her chest.
Cough!
She couldn't help a light cough. Blood slipped from the corner of her mouth, and a sharp pain stabbed in her heart.
"No, impossible. Master is Heaven's chosen. He won't die..." She kept shaking her head, unable to accept it.
Just then, a figure staggered over.
It was Pitiless, badly wounded.
"This is all your fault!" Seeing her, Nalorin Sylvia finally found a target for her grief. She gripped the Stellar Sword and charged.
Clang!
