She always thought she was just a cold-blooded monster, emotionless, living solely for power schemes and survival.
But at this moment, with hot blood and life slipping away, she realized she could feel pain too, she could bleed, and she could be afraid.
In hindsight, perhaps she wasn't that heartless after all.
Maybe there was a touch of warmth hidden deep within her, just never truly awakened by anyone.
Caleb Shaw stood still, his posture upright, his gaze gloomy.
No one could discern what he was thinking or fathom the turmoil within his heart.
From the very first day, he was instilled with this belief.
Protect the Empress, guard the supreme existence of The Empire.
Even if it was his former Female Master opposite him, the one he had once loved with his life, he couldn't afford to be soft-hearted.
This was a principle, a bottom line, and no exceptions could be made.
But why were his hands shaking?
The gun in his hand trembled slightly, beyond his control.
