Even just half a piece of dry, hard roast meat, a mouthful of warm water, she would waver.
When that moment comes, she will have to bow her head.
Realizing this, Seraphina Caldwell wasn't worried anymore.
The nerves that had been tense suddenly relaxed.
She understood that panic was useless, and anger couldn't change the current situation.
Since the opponent had already made up his mind to drag it out, she couldn't lose her composure first.
Calmness was the most needed thing at the moment.
As long as she remained clear-headed, there was still a chance.
She turned her back on Silas Shaw, walked to the innermost part of the cave, and sat down on that worn beast skin.
The beast skin had long been worn, its edges curled up, exuding an old fishy smell.
But she didn't care, she just gently brushed away the dust on the surface and sat cross-legged.
She neither looked at him nor spoke.
Her eyes were slightly closed, her eyelashes drooping, and there was no expression on her face.
