Completely eliminate my foe or die trying.
Annabelle felt that as a mother, this was perhaps the only thing she could do at the end of her life.
Previously, with her vital channels sealed and serving as a bait, she couldn't do anything.
But now, she had recovered a bit, and that was enough.
She decisively made her choice, and the last bit of color drained from her face. At the edge of consciousness, she held a tender smile in her eyes. "Promise your mother that if you can survive, live... okay?"
Camilla suddenly found these words somewhat familiar.
Then, she immediately understood what her mother was about to do, and she hysterically screamed in her heart, "No!"
However, before the words "don't" slipped out of her mouth, Annabelle's life force had already dissipated, and she crumpled on the spot.
Life is frail like a snowflake.
It seemed as though she had it in her grasp, yet she could only watch helplessly as it melted away.
