Chapter 427: The Baleful Soul of the Gloomveil Great Tomb

The icy edge of the blade bit through skin, yet Mabre Gavin only closed his eyes, lifting his throat as if offering it up. There was a strange peace on his face, the kind that looked like release. "Do it," he said softly. "I've lived long enough." Diego Santee's gaze turned complicated. He could feel it. Mabre Gavin truly meant it, truly looked death in the eye without flinching. What had driven him to this? A few breaths passed. Diego still did not strike. Mabre Gavin opened his eyes and saw...