It felt like the whole world was collapsing around Hadyan with nothing left. He stood frozen, staring at his empress who lay unconscious. Or worse.. he didn't know whether she was still there or not.
If he could beg, Hadyan would prostrate and kiss anyone's feet which could turn this reality into a mere bad dream. Seeing Tasia's miserable body on the bed without a soul was Hadyan's worst nightmare which had now come true.
The healers were still busy doing what they could to save the empress's life. But nothing could change the destiny that the Almighty had described. He was the one who created it, so he also had the right to take it back.
Seeing the healers eventually give up made Hadyan's anger creep up. He wanted them to keep trying to save Tasia. Even if it was necessary, if one could exchange lives, then it had to be done.
