Khander sucked in a cold breath and glared at Dawey. He wanted to refute that it wasn’t them who drove the magicians away, but it was their ancestors instead. However, when he saw Dawey’s reddened eyes, his words died. He can’t do it. Not when he saw Dawey’s eyes that held no emotions before aside from coldness now are filled with resentment, bitterness…
“I – “ Khander spoke but found that his voice sounded hoarse.
Dawey glared at him. “We have no more responsibility for helping you. It has ended the moment that you all persecuted us… drove us away from our land.” He spoke coldly.
Khander felt a knife stabbed his heart and he couldn’t breathe for a moment. His face paled in pain. It wasn’t Dawey who attacked him, but Dawey’s words instead, as well as his guilt. He already has heard what
