Chapter 120

The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood that was laced with an odd fragrance. The merman's faint, labored breathing could be heard from the corner of the room. He had nowhere left to retreat. His back was pressed against the cold metal wall, and thin streams of blood seeped from beneath his ice-glass-like scales. "He's lying, Elle." No.17's face was cold as frost as he looked at her. "It's all fake." But Elara didn't hear him. She knelt down and carefully lifted the merman to check his injuries. Eyes half-closed, he trembled uncontrollably, pressing himself tightly against her. His wounded tail curled over her leg while his seaweed-like hair spilled across her collar. He looked as if he had completely shrunk into her embrace. At that moment, the dark-haired and dark-eyed No.17 radiated an overwhelming chill. His tentacles coiled and tensed, casting a stormy, oppressive shadow over the room. "Let go of her." Yet, in doing so, he only cemented the image of himself as