Chapter 124

A drowning man will thrash desperately, clinging to anything within reach.

Hearing the faint nostalgia in Allen’s tone, the tiny spark of hope in Murata’s heart suddenly flared to life.

Bloody and swollen-faced, he forced out a twisted smile. Supporting himself on the wall, he tried to stand—but his strength failed, and he collapsed back to the floor. Blood dripped down from the corner of his lips.