I’ve lost.
Monet sat in the Silent Hall, gasping for breath. The Chaos Fiend’s body was as heavy as lead.
The cheers of the audience outside sounded as vicious as a curse that could kill.
“Sis... sis...”Monet’s voice was staccato. He didn’t know what to say.
“We should leave now, Monet.”
Clary acted as though nothing had happened. She directly took over the control of the Chaos Fiend’s body. However, Clary clenched her hands and realized that her movements were still somewhat stiff.
“We can’t go anywhere! sis, if we escape now...”
Monet’s consciousness was already in a mess. He was on the verge of going crazy. He kept thinking about the possibility of escaping from the Chaos Fiend’s hands.
“Escape? How should we escape?”
Clary’s voice sounded self-deprecating. She looked at the archduke skeleton who was standing at the entrance of the Hall of silence. She could crush her and Monet’s souls into pieces with just a flick of her finger.
“We... We...”
