CHAPTER 43
THIRD PERSON’S POV
Lyra had just begun to struggle with her captor, trying to get the cloth off her nose when she suddenly felt her captor's hand coke loose and the cloth dropped.
She instinctively turned to see the man go down like a sack of meat. Mirai had slashed the back of his neck, killing him with one strike.
Suddenly, a loud shout erupted in the air, and men dressed in all black with their heads and mouths covered suddenly surrounded them with their swords drawn.
Lyra could see the blades glistening in the afternoon sun, but when she turned around, Mirai’s bloody blade was already placed on Shiran’s neck.
“One wrong move and your head would roll.” Mirai threatened, the grey fleeks in her light hazel eyes became prominent, as her gaze held a murderous intent.
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