Chapter 1025

Shannon would never agree to help Cecily even for the sake of mystic arts. She'd never been that compassionate, and all she knew was that she'd serve justice where due. Triston looked slightly regretful at her refusal, but he didn't try to press her further. Cecily, who'd been sitting silently in the room, seemed to notice the commotion near the door. She shifted slightly and groped toward the direction of the window. Then, she opened her mouth as if to call out. They could tell that she was trying to scream, but her throat was entirely dark and emitted no sound. There were not even the guttural hums of those who'd lost their voice. Not only could Cecily not cry for help, but she likely couldn't even shed tears. Caleb couldn't help turning his head away. He was unwilling to look any longer. Seeing Cecily in such a state dissipated much of the resentment he harbored. Instead, it was replaced by a mix of pity and sadness. He looked over at Shannon and hesitated for a while. Th