Gwendolyn was still reeling from the shock of Tos's revelation. In her moment of distraction, Tos had already lunged onto the edge of her sword.
The Single-Edged Sword pierced through Tos's throat.
Soon, the Whig Society traitor—who had been on the verge of shedding his human identity, only to become more lost at the final moment—drew his last breath, the light fading from his eyes.
"Tos!"
A pained expression appeared on Gwendolyn's face. She was deeply saddened.
In truth, Gwendolyn's role within the Whig Society was akin to that of a matriarch. Even though Tos was in his forties or fifties, in Gwendolyn's eyes, he was still like a little brother.
Tos had gone down the wrong path, and his eventual death by Gwendolyn's sword was a truly lamentable affair.
The atmosphere suddenly turned somber.
Even the sharp-tongued Karen didn't offer any callous remarks, merely sighing.
Fang Zhen took it all in.
