Shadow’s nails dug into Molly’s heart, making her cough blood.

She couldn’t move. (Shit. The damn king distracted me, and I let my guard down. Is this the end?) She could feel her life itself getting squeezed into nothing as Shadow firmly pressed her heart.

But then Shadow suddenly jumped away because he had to dodge Amaal’s attack.

“Dammit,” Shadow’s hand was still trembling. He looked at Molly who was now down on one of her knees, with thick blood hanging from chin. “What’s your damn armor made out of? It’s affected my control over my nerves, and I couldn’t squeeze your heart fast.”

“It’s made from an experiment done on skystone,” Amaal replied. “It robs people of their oxygen.”

“No wonder my muscles felt sore,” Shadow looked surprised. “Wait, doesn’t that mean she also can’t breathe freely because she’s wearing that armor?”

“Yes, but vampires don’t have to breathe to live, so she’s gotten used to wearing it,” Amaal said. “That’s why she’s managed to reach the second rank among the