Amber, with blood splattered across her face and clothes, exclaimed, "I am alive!"
On the other hand, the soldier who had just attacked had his pupils constrict to the size of needles. He had struck with full intent to end his target's life, and just as he was about to bring down his sword on Amber, his movements faltered as he did not expect a figure to suddenly appear in the path of his blade. He was very familiar with the person, but it was too late to stop his sword as it cleaved the person in half.
Thud
Amber looked at the corpse of the person, her eyes widening. "Andrew!"
She looked at Andrew's corpse, cut in half, his expression before death filled with fear and confusion—he had not expected to die in such a manner.
"Heh…" both Amber and the assassin looked at the soldier before Amber, who had shoved Andrew into the path of the attack to shield her.
