When the sky was just beginning to brighten, the sword Saint Elder of the Fire Tribe clan, Grimm, opened his eyes slightly. After feeling the warmth of the sunlight, a flash of realization appeared in Grimm’s eyes...
He... was still alive?
Hehe... ... Then, he laughed bitterly and sighed to himself, “I never thought that I would also be captured alive one day...”. ...
At this thought, he turned his head and looked to the side. He found that the juniors who participated in the sniper plan with him were still alive. He felt slightly comforted, but the next second, he found that these juniors, like him, also looked lonely... ...
Grim was stunned, and then he opened his mouth, wanting to say something to cheer them up, but for a moment, he didn’t know what to say...
After all... ... He had really been beaten up too badly yesterday... ...
