Pain brought clarity, and hatred could fuel one's desire to survive even more.
To stay alive, Shia's eyes turned vicious as she suddenly bit her cracked lips. Warm blood spurted out, flowing into her mouth...
"Gulp!"
"Gulp!"
She was actually swallowing her own blood! Quenching her thirst!
In the other iron cage, the gray-robed old man was equally thirsty and hungry.
Shia's action of drinking her own blood immediately caught his attention.
He incredulously rubbed his old eyes, shocked internally:
"Terrifying woman!
So ruthless to herself, imagine what she'd do to others..."
He thought of their previous conflict and secretly considered how to get the jump on her.
As for patching things up? That was never within a traitor's consideration.
...
"My... my lords, have mercy and give some water!
I'm dying of thirst!"
The gray-robed old man pitifully called out to the shield guards who were cutting down monsters.
No matter how thirsty he was, he hadn't lost his mind like Shia.
