But he had yet to touch the black shadow woman.
The black shadow woman with enticing curves and a waist so slender it could be held with one hand.
Like steam evaporating, she turned into wisps and disappeared into the air.
Carolyn wanted to reach out and pull the dagger from his chest to alleviate his pain.
However.
Before he could lift his right hand, he felt all his strength being rapidly drained, unable to lift a finger.
Not only that.
Carolyn felt that everything in front of him was becoming increasingly blurry.
The ornate ceiling, gilded with exquisite designs.
The bed curtains woven from silk.
The light of candles and oil lamps...
And the swiftly approaching face of a man.
Despite the growing darkness of his vision, he could still hear the words at his ears.
"Father? How can this be?"
"Someone! Get me someone, quickly!"
A cry of anger mixed with sobs.
The sound of Imperial Guards running, clad in armor...
