"Then what about me?" Dyon's frown deepened. "Did I not also see what I shouldn't have seen?"
Violet's expression twisted and distorted, unable to reel in her emotions.
"Young hero!" The spirit that had remained silent all of this time spoke. "Please help my Legatee. I've stopped her soul from dissipating as a final hope, but I don't have the ability to heal her. Please."
The pleading of the spirit made Dyon remember that there was another victim in all of this.
Arthurian scurried to his feet, running away even as Dyon knelt beside Sophia and checking her status. He didn't bother with Arthurian. Since Violet made it clear how he wanted him to be punished, there was no need for him to intervene. The valley would close soon and a coward like Arthurian wouldn't have any place to go but home. By then, how could he escape the wrath of the Sect Master?
