(A/N Big thanks to everyone for the Power stones and Golden tickets, they mean a lot. As usual, please don't hesitate to comment or drop a review. ENJOY)
(Special thanks to hmalmorished)
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"Despicable brats," He muttered with tears in his eyes.
The marquis collapsed on the ground, completely helpless. He'd driven his mana to its absolute limit, and he was now bearing the consequences.
His whole body ached, fatigue clouding his consciousness, threatening to knock him out, yet he resisted; he knew what was coming next, and he refused to take his last breath unconscious.
The fate of traitors was always cruel; he knew he'd betrayed them, and as much as he'd tried to resist the inevitable, he knew only death awaited him.
'Maybe dying to these youngsters isn't so bad after all,' He thought.
