Chapter 1609

Every minute slowly ticked by. Matthew sliced Armand for five minutes straight before finally stopping and stepping back. A door creaked open. Morell was peeking through the door crack, so he couldn't see the fight between Matthew and Armand clearly. Thus, he pushed the door open and stepped out. Morell spotted Armand leaning his back against the wall, and his chest was riddled with cuts, looking like he'd been slashed many times. His clothes were in shreds, barely hanging on. Cuts were all over Armand, slicing his skin into different sections. It looked like the grid lines on a notebook. Blood trickled down from the wounds, spreading across his chest, arms, legs, and even his face. His body was marked with cuts from head to toe. Armand trembled like he'd been electrocuted. His face was a bloody mess and unrecognizable. A painful groan came from his throat. Morell had every reason to hate Armand for his sons' death, but seeing Armand like this sent a chill down his spine. It wa