"No," Dean stated as he stared at a familiar back. "Tell it isn't true at all... Please..."
Dean took a step forward, feeling his heart skip a beat, but to never beat anymore. He got instantaneously destroyed inside. He didn't feel his breathing or heartbeat anymore.
Claire was standing in front of him. Her belly was pierced through by the hand of that bishop. His clothes were still pure white as if he hadn't just stuck his hand inside someone else's body.
He was looking at Claire with a dumbfounded expression, he didn't expect someone to get in his way at that critical moment.
'I was so sure that my speed was at its peak. Did I hesitate? No... that's impossible. I wouldn't hesitate in killing someone like that boy. It goes against my personality, vows, and purposes. My hand went forward with full strength. I was prepared to pierce his chest even if a thick wall interposed in my way.'
