Azran knew that no one could escape death.
Whether it was sickness, wounds, accidents, murdered, or just due to old age. Humans would die in the end. Just like any other being alive, they would end up dead.
She thought she'd die from old age confident with her ability to protect herself. She wasn't weak, not ever. Even if she wasn't necessarily strong or up to par with one of the Whiterock Guards – she grimaced in bitterness – she wouldn't back out from anyone who dared to harm her.
The green-haired girl just didn't think that her death would come this fast. Not really unexpected, since she already knew that going against the Kingdom of Bahrain Pasai to rescue Heon – the clueless boy who was dragged in this world to fill in the Kingslayer's shoe – was not easy.
