“Gyx...” Tyer came to her, her face staring at her friend in confusion.
Her eyes trembled, glistening as she held back her tears. In her hands was a woven container filled with meat and fruit.
She came closer, reaching out with one hand to wipe the beads of sweat dripping profusely from her forehead. “Argh...” she moaned weakly, unable to bear the sight. “What happened to you?”
Gyx's face was covered with wounds that were worse than those she had sustained in her fight with Max. Tyer remembered clearly that Max hadn't hit her much last night.
On the contrary, Gyx had attacked many times, but Max had repeatedly dodged.
“Did the queen order them to give you another punishment?” She put the pot she was carrying with the workers on the ground.
Meanwhile, she tore the edge of her shirt an
