No Mercy for the Fallen Academy [Part 2]
Vita's eyes darted desperately across the battlefield.
Then they stopped on Shera.
Hope appeared in his eyes.
It was a desperate kind of hope.
The kind a drowning man felt when he saw a piece of wood floating nearby.
He rushed toward him and shouted.
"Respected Shera, save me!"
His voice cracked at the end.
There was desperation in it.
Pure desperation.
A desperate man would cling to anything.
Even to a hand that had already been withdrawn.
His cry finally caught Shera's attention.
Shera stopped.
He slowly turned his head.
For a brief moment, his dark eyes fell upon Vita.
His black hair stirred gently in the cold wind.
There was no anger in his expression.
No hatred.
No desire for revenge.
There wasn't even disappointment.
There was simply indifference.
That indifference was far more painful than hatred could have been.
Back then, Shera had already saved Vita Zain once in Ashford City.
