The dismembered middle-aged man stared at the two women not far away, fury and dread mixed across his face.
Seeing the Divine Clan's famous descendant kneeling down and begging for mercy from a mere mortal, he couldn't help but feel humiliated.
Most importantly, he began to wonder whether he had made the correct choice.
Liora should be able to get the information she sought, regardless.
So, didn't this make his previous struggle completely meaningless?
If he knew that this was going to happen, he wouldn't have acted so tough.
Using some tricks and subtle guidance, he might have been able to survive by revealing some information.
Standing not far away, Liora sensed the middle-aged man's gaze, though she couldn't possibly know what he was thinking.
Even if she did, she wouldn't care.
Most of her mind was preoccupied with what the woman in front of her was saying, pieces of information that were otherwise inaccessible to ordinary Warriors.
