The room was utterly destroyed.
The stench of blood hung thick in the air.
Ripped and tattered carpets lay scattered across the stone floor.
On that floor, Dominic' body was sprawled, covered in bruises and battered flesh, soaked in blood.
Both his hands were shattered beyond recognition.
"Dominic! Dominic!"
Perhaps due to the shock of having his surging magic suddenly cut off, Dominic remained motionless and he just staring blankly ahead.
"I'm sorry! Dominic! I'm so sorry! It's my fault!"
If only I hadn't rushed out that time…
Then Dominic would never have had to endure this.
How much pain must he have felt?
To be swallowed by darkness so deep.
What suffering must he have endured?
Shiao Yi's chest ached as he gazed at Dominic' hollow, exhausted eyes.
He had never before tried to repair a heart so utterly broken.
But now was different from that time.
This time, there was a decisive difference.
It was the heart that they shared, the mutual bond.
