Chapter 630
Nobody could say or do anything as silence prevailed in the coliseum for a moment until…
"He is right." A voice suddenly cut through the tension and when everybody turned towards the speaker, they were shocked.
It was Rivock who, despite bleeding heavily, still stood up. He pushed the other direct descendants lightly away from him as he staggered forward, each step shaky as if the ground beneath him was tilting.
"Rivock?" Mada softly called out as he watched his friend dragging his wounded body closer to where Grey lay despite the grave injuries covering him.
"Honestly, I don't think this could help him, but I would love to believe we can do something. Yes, I hate Grey and right now, I don't even know what to call my feelings for him anymore, but as a fellow warrior, I admire his grit to the end.
