C3439 A Poet's Gift (1)

"Damn it!" "You ugly thing, how dare you ride on my head, Oduin!"

Baltic still had half a broken Zither Bone in his hand, and the Lamayeh in his hand was covered in blood. There was a hole in his chest, and the originally neat and beautiful wedding present was also tattered.

"No …" "No, please, spare me!"

This body was still weak. The physical pain, though real, was still unbearable