Dream of Unification

"No matter what, I regret bringing you lot out here. We might as well have died under the tyrants' butcher knives."

Bandis's old superior kept complaining. Though the medicine Blood Reaver had given him had made him a little younger...

It was precisely because he had become a little younger that he had the strength to complain here. Otherwise, he would already be sprawled there, barely breathing.

The truth was about to spill from Bandis's lips, but he did not want his old superior to learn it, realize his suspicions had been completely unnecessary, and break down into madness.

So forget it.

"Can you all quiet down?" Bandis shoved the communications device Lisun had given him more firmly against his ear. "In a couple of days, I still have to kill people in the arena so you can stay alive. I need some rest."

"I never asked you to save me! I'm a cripple now. You should have let me die for you in the arena long ago!"

"Yes, yes, all right."

"A man like me has no reason to keep living! Why couldn't you stick the medicine you gave me into your own neck, then squat there obediently and watch this cripple die in the arena?"

Hearing that, Bandis slowly turned his head. Two empty, lifeless eyes stared out from his sunken sockets at his old superior.

"I have neither the right nor the desire to live either. But back then, after my head was pierced by a laser, you were the one who dragged me away by force."

"You wouldn't let me die. As revenge, I can't let you die either."

Bandis's two sentences were like twin arrows, instantly leaving his old superior speechless.

The other old comrades fell silent as well. They found whatever they could in