"Tell me, what is the value of your life?"
Azariel's six spider bones stretched out from behind, the sinister scythes at the tip of the bones each targeting Viska Stormsong's body parts.
Two thrust against the side of the neck, two over her upper body, and another two over her legs.
Viska Stormsong trembled like a leaf billowing against the wind. She didn't resist initially, so her body was spared from exploding, but now, there seemed to be no hope.
Her lips moved, but she couldn't answer because she knew that no matter what she said, the purplish-green-haired man in front of her wasn't going to spare her.
She could see the satisfaction that was waiting to seep into his eyes upon beheading her.
"P-Please…" She pleaded, tears spilling out faster.
"So no value? Die." Azariel coldly spoke.
"Wait!"
