NARRATOR

A few moments before the fire alarm was raised…

Nana barely had the strength to stay conscious on the bed.

She was physically and mentally destroyed.

Her only breath of relief was that Nerón had found a new toy and was now staring at it in fascination, turning it in his hands.

“Incredible… I’ve only seen knives like this in the High Packs, and that man really knows how to forge,” he murmured, ecstatic with the dagger.

Lyra’s words had worked, and Nerón wouldn’t hurt Drakkar—he was too focused on extracting the forging secret from him.

Nana’s eyes stared at his back, marked by his claws.

No matter how much she resisted, she had no weapon to defend herself… the weapon.

Her dull eyes locked on the obsidian gleam of the blade.

If only it could reach her hands...

As if the heavens finally took pity on her, someone called urgently for Nerón at the door.

He carelessly placed the dagger on a side table and walked off to speak to the guard.

Behind him, Nana forced herself to move and