Now, Salvatorre realizes that even the ancient immortal wolf could have its limitations. No weapon could kill him, but that doesn't mean no weapon could weaken him. He was honestly torn if he would kill him or not. Yeah, he didn't see any signs of Dressa within him when he placed him into a test last time. He actually decided to end his life at that time, but then what Magnus told him boggles his mind, and strengthens his hesitation even more!
Salvatorre sighed..
Enough with this! How could I even believe that Dressa's soul is inside him? He thinks.
He banged the liquor bottle on the table, grabbed the dagger and pointed it at Berion. His hand is shaking. Tears welled up in his eyes as he drew much strength to push himself into killing him.
"Grrggrrr!" Salvatorre growled.
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