Spencer Steele's gaze was one of despair.
She had already tried everything she could do, but the huge disparity in strength made her feel like a little bunny in front of a big grey wolf, without the slightest ability to negotiate.
Now she was going to die.
Although she couldn't avenge them, she would finally be together with them.
If there was another world after death, maybe she could reunite with her family, right?
Her family hadn't been dead for long; if she ran fast enough, maybe she could catch up with them.
Spencer Steele closed her eyes and waited for the giant hand to fall.
Several seconds passed, and the giant hand still hadn't fallen.
Spencer Steele opened her eyes in confusion, only to see the white-haired old man opposite her looking at her in horror.
Was he afraid of her?
No!
His gaze wasn't on her; it was on something behind her!
