Dora's hand was completely burned, leaving nothing but blackened bones exposed to plain view, yet the pain remained unbearable. Every nerve in her body screamed in agony.
Even though her face twisted in distress at the sight of Aether engulfed in the relentless white flames, she couldn't even lift a finger to help.
"C-come on..." she muttered weakly, trying to push her trembling body off the ground. But before she could even gather the strength to move—
Thud!
A heavy force pressed down on her shoulder, pinning her like a dog.
It was Master. His foot dug into her, keeping her in place.
"Thinking of running away?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement. A cruel grin spread across his face as he glanced down at his stomach, where deep, fresh wounds still bled. The fact that he was still standing, unfazed by the damage, made Dora's stomach churn with dread.
Dora groaned, her expression contorted with pain. Every breath she took felt like it would be her last.
