Garrick looked at her; a dull fog clouded his gaze. His voice crept out thin and ragged. "Foolish child... Why do this... I'm not worth such a price..."
He fought against the shaking in his legs, hauled himself upright, and once more shoved Vivian behind his battered back.
The white-haired elder strolled up, looking down from above. "Garrick, you've done all you can. Hand the girl over and I'll let you die cleanly!"
Garrick slowly shook his head. The words came out weak but carved in stone. "If you want my daughter... Step over my corpse first..."
The white-haired elder exhaled a quiet breath. "Stubborn even in death..."
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