Ellie Miller and Artor stood firm in front of the Teleportation Gate.
Artor's thin lips pressed together.
"I need to go back." He pointed to the head he was holding.
Ellie Miller: "..."
She withdrew her hand, turned around, and walked into the Spatial Gate, without a hint of reluctance in her steps.
Artor hurried to catch up with her.
Even though they were just a step apart, Artor felt as if there was a vast distance between them...
Ellie, his Ellie seemed to not want him anymore.
The Duke's heart felt as if a knife had been plunged into it, twisting repeatedly inside.
He clutched his chest with one hand, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead from the pain.
Sweat streamed down his forehead, trickling into his eyes.
His vision blurred, he raised his head, hoping Ellie would feel sorry for him, care for him, love him as she always did.
But Ellie Miller was already striding quickly towards Kostanyn.
She never looked back to see why Artor wasn't following her.
