Pain rattled both their bodies, but June endured the tremor. Soon enough, he even felt like the pain was being transferred to someone else. Stefano still smiled at him, even if blood began to seep from his orifices. The old man then leaned back into his seat and rested his body against the chair. After a few more seconds, he was already dead.
His hand dropped half of the glass feather to the floor, and June only picked it up. He stared at it and remembered how Charles gloated at his incoming misery and how the Dominion would even weep for him. In the end, he lost another one in his pursuit of freedom. Hopefully, Stefano was the last.
"Wait, you can't go in there!"
"Don't you dare stop me! I will curse you to death!"
