Chapter 45 · Betting on Hope Once More

When Isadel barely lifted her eyelids, the first thing she felt was the desolate chill of the underground prison.

Her blurred senses slowly returned. Soon after, pain crushing her whole body rushed in as well.

She involuntarily shrank back. It was not only because of the cold.

The more her consciousness cleared, the more vividly one person's face surfaced.

Gyllen.

The figure bound in chains, stained with blood. The figure swallowing groans even as flesh was torn and blood seeped out. And the face that looked at her until the very last moment and smiled faintly.

Whether she closed her eyes or opened them, that scene hovered before her.

"...Ugh, heuk."

Isadel pressed her forehead against the cold floor and wept soundlessly. Her forehead scraped against the stone and blood seeped out, but the pain crushing her chest was so great that she could not even feel it.

"Why... why…