Effie sighed and then pushed herself off the ground, where she had been lying in a fetal position. Her entire body was a sea of torment, and as she moved, a few of the sores hidden under the layer of mud broke, black blood seeping from them.
Leaning on the wooden post tiredly, she stretched her legs and stared at the crowd of soldiers expressionlessly.
'They are really here to kill me, huh?'
But she wasn't ready to die yet. Despite everything, she still wanted to live… she wanted to live desperately, maybe more than even before.
Effie remained motionless for a few moments, watching the soldiers working up the courage to lunge at her, and then smiled.
"What, are you waiting for an invitation?"
Her voice was creaky and weak, but they still heard her. Their eyes ignited with murderous fury.
But Effie only laughed.
"Bastards… you don't seem to understand the situation."
She leaned sideways and spat a mouthful of black blood into the mud.
