Clara teared up, unsure herself if it was from the pain or from what Damien was saying. The sharp shadow limbs that grew out of her stabbed slightly deeper into him, drawing blood. However, she found it hard to push it any further.
She steeled herself, bringing back the ferocity that she had lost with the pain. "Your apology means nothing to me," she said. "Your family is the reason I do not have mine today."
The shadow dagger in her hand moved closer to his neck. And further and his neck too would start bleeding.
Damien was instantly mortified at the thought that he was going to be killed here, all at the hands of the woman he had thought he had lost all these years. Somehow… that thought didn't bother him at all. He felt like he deserved it.
The Emperor saw this all and thought something to himself. He grinned internally as he realized something.
