Levon Zenflame stood still. However, his eyes were wide open with his pupils dilated. His lips were quivering, his jaws tense. His posture was slightly hunched, his fists released as though he was helpless, his overall demeanor one of hopeless resignation.
Choose between the millions of lives in the city that he was sworn to protect or the family he was also personally vowed to protect.
His withered face was pale with terror, but he didn't dare to turn to look at the Emperor of Death, who still held his shoulder.
"Spare… spare us…" His speech was shaky and low, begging to be forgiven.
His words instantly caused his entire family to know that their lives were in the hands of the Emperor of Death. They could not escape even if they could sacrifice the lives of others.
