Chapter 391: They All Deserved to Die

The icy steel inside his body felt like a shard of winter. Miller Cutmore kept pressing, unhurried and relentless, driving the straight saber deeper and deeper. Quinn Duffus's face twisted into pure agony. He could not even scream. His jaw hung open as he watched, helpless, while Miller slowly pushed the blade through him, until the tip burst out of his back. Thud! Quinn collapsed to the ground. His chest heaved like a bellows with a hole in it, sucking and wheezing in ragged pulses. "Miller...