" Had Charron not been toying with us for the most part, and Aelinor sacrificing her lifespan to help, the three of us would have died since"
Bowing his head in guilt and sorrow, Damien's emotions of loss and confusion resonated in the room.
And feeling this, the girls who had once been cheerfully rushing to meet him stopped.
Truth be told, although they tried their best not to show it, the three of them were going through all kinds of internal pain and thoughts.
Lyra, having watched hundreds, if not thousands, of her elf brethren die in this war.
Isabelle, being severely injured, and watching her young master also get injured once again, questioned her usefulness
And Leona, having been told before this by the doctors that she might never be able to wield a sword again, was internally broken.
All her life, even before being a slave, as a lion tribe beast man, all she knew how to do was fight; now that important part of her was gone forever.
"Silence…."
