"DON'T LET GO"

These tears cannot even describe what distress in their chest they were feeling.

Both of them were entangled in a difficult crisis but the first one who picked herself up was Megara Daybrace. The wounded warrior, the former master of the Front Liberation Sect. A disciple of an honorable master and the killer of Jasmine Linya. There was a lot to characterize about her.

A lot more to unfold.

The screeching sound of a hawk fell on her ears but she paid no attention to it. She was in her own world, in her own sentiments. After standing up she sauntered inside the room, closing the window behind her. Leaving the screeching hawk behind. Megara slowly ambled towards the door, she wanted to go outside but by the time she clutched the knob of the door, she realized that Neel who was dozing on the bed might get frightened by not discovering her presence around Plus in this dark She will be entirely sightless.

So with no other thought she turned around and inclined against the door, sliding dow