The shackles were also put on, the chains scraping against the stone road, and each scratch they left made Mika's shoulders feel heavier, as if he was carrying the shadow of all deaths.
Mika's face, however, remained expressionless.
Undeniably, he had reached the end of this path, and this was the price to pay for showing off in front of Qili.
Regret was useless.
That one kiss, more exhilarating than a blasphemy against the Holy Spirit by numerous times.
"Truly gutsy."
Lockhart, who was dragging Mika, couldn't help but look at him with admiration. Anyone else would have wet their pants long ago; what was this guy smiling at?
Soon, Mika was escorted by the fully armed Imperial Guard through the passage.
First came a blinding flash of light.
After gradually fading, the whole venue became clear, and the gazes of those eyes, like a frozen lake, carried a chilling coldness that felt like countless transparent garrotes tightening around him.
