"Blood Nether, Blood Nether, even at this juncture, you still don't accept the impossibility of your situation? I don't know if I should call you foolish or foolhardy."
Konrad began as he stepped toward the bed.
Before this scene, the Warden maintained her silence.
"What would you do if I removed the chains? Ask for another beating? Or is that how you like it?"
Konrad inquired, making the fuming Blood Nether's veins bulge further. If the magistral defeat she'd suffered at Konrad's hands remained fresh in her mind, she'd not witnessed the following battle. Of course, it didn't take a genius to figure out that if Konrad still stood, Night's plan met failure. The exact details, however, eluded her. Not that it mattered.
"Even if you have my soul, even if you rewire me, Regret-"
The rattle of Blood Nether's words met an abrupt end when Konrad's right palm clutched her lips.
