Chapter 352: Why?

Lioren Quinny lay there in a state so pitiful it made Terry Yale's vision blur. He clenched his fists until his nails bit into his palms, not even noticing the pain. He hated how weak he was. Every time it mattered most, he could do nothing. Beside him, Harley Juggins looked just as grim. His gaze never left Antonella Juggins, who hovered on the edge of death, and the raw ache in his eyes was impossible to hide. "Daoist," he asked James, refusing to give up, "other than that method, is there really...