Trampled and Broken (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 117

Aslan wanted nothing more than to climb onto Hestia right then and shake her awake.

So that those violet eyes hidden beneath her eyelids could fully take him in.

To demand answers—had she truly come to his side seeking death? Was this what she meant by saying she’d die by his hand anytime?

He longed to question her about it all.

Suppressing every savage impulse with great effort, he asked in a voice so low and chilling it sounded as though he might tear someone apart at any moment.

“Where is the other saintess you brought?”

No one possessed holier power than Hestia.

Yet Anetsa, the other saintess, was surely on par with her.

He suspected Hestia wouldn’t like it, but given the circumstances, he had no other choice—it couldn’t be helped.

He intended to use Anetsa’s power, however inadequate, to rouse Hestia back to her senses.

But Boswaga spoke with unmistakable negativity.

“It would be useless even if we brought Saint Anetsa here.”

“What do you mean?”

Unable to turn his head, Boswaga barely managed to roll his eyes toward Hestia’s pale, motionless face.

“It is the great god El Rapa who has decided to reclaim her holy power and life. That is His decree. Didn’t He also withhold any means of saving her? He said only that she must make a vow after marriage and cling to her husband’s dawnlight to survive.”

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