The most precious jewels one will ever have around their neck are the arms of their children.
But right now in the Cathedral, around the neck of a child was the hand of a grown up who called her a demon.
Zane was near the door of the Cathedral.
The Emberlord was in front of him, holding Milo by her neck.
Milo's eyes were closed.
Her face was already pale but now it had turned blue.
She had lost too much blood and it was still coming out.
Zane was only one step away from getting out of the Cathedral but his leg was broken.
No. Not broken. Broken was a merciful word to use.
It was turned inside out.
His knee was in the back.
Zane couldn't even stand up.
Hena and her bodyguard had saved him from the Enforcers but who would come to save him from the strongest preacher of God present in the Cathedral?
Xavier and Tesla were out for good.
Even if Xavier crawled and reached near the Emberlord, Milo would be dead till then.
