"That's the killer! He must die!" Anika roared in wrath, pointing at Stanmis as he entered alongside the Watcher knights.
Stanmis Walsh—you bastard! He really is still alive?!
Cassius and Morgana sat frozen in their chairs. Their tongues too stiff to speak. Even the slightest movement felt impossible.
"Didn't you say he was dead, mother?" Cassius whispered hoarsely, his voice trembling with rage. He had pressed Morgana again and again to verify the facts, "and now—what is this?"
Morgana gripped Cassius' hand, squeezing it with crushing force. His hand was rigid as iron and cold as ice. "Silence! Stay calm! This is no time to panic!" Morgana snarled, glaring fiercely at her son, warning him to keep it together.
Morgana regretted this moment deeply. She had fought her way into Death Prison using a Hollow Cloak Black Magic Pendant—only to be deceived so utterly.
