"It's all about fate. No matter how strong someone is, there comes a day when they're exhausted. It's over!" Ana uttered subconsciously.
Everything Remus had done seemed futile. In his bloody and weakened condition, there was no chance of winning even if they went on a one-on-one duel, let alone against six Martial Imperials.
Linnea remained silent, her emotions in turmoil as she watched the scene with a mix of conflicting feelings.
Bason finally seemed somewhat relieved. If the six Martial Imperials had been trapped again, it would have required his personal involvement, and he truly felt that Remus wasn't deserving of his effort.
The six Martial Imperials looked down with disdain, their eyes held a smug expression as if belittling a mere insignificant ant. It wasn't about whether they could kill Remus, but about planning how to torture him to death.
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