The red blood from the open wound stained Andre's wedding suit, the colors merging into one. His face was marred by magical attacks, and the wound on his shoulder was so deep that the whites of his bone were visible.
At that moment, Andre lay in a pool of blood and seemed about to lose consciousness.
On the other hand, Ellie was safe and unharmed. As she was held by the guards and could not move, she could only shout out, "Sil, do not be like this! I have said before that we are not suitable for each other! Even if we are together, it will only increase the friction between us!" She paused, then continued in a softer voice, "Not to mention the things that you did… You killed so many people. We are no longer walking on the same path. Please let me go, and let yourself go, okay?"
Silas sneered. Before he could say anything, he heard her voice asking Andre beside her worriedly, "Andre, how are you?"
