Suddenly, a flash of cold light appeared before Bianca’s eyes.

In the next moment, Bianca felt her world spin, and everything turned black.

With a thud, her head rolled on the ground.

The last thing Bianca saw before she died was the retreating silhouette of a Hell Guard as he sheathed his knife.

She never imagined that she would lose her life while seeking revenge for her cousins.

Dustin returned to the small house.

Irene was quietly waiting in the chair he had left her.

“You’re back…”

Irene smiled when she saw Dustin. Her voice was gentle.

Dustin leaned down and caressed her face.

“Don’t worry. Give me three days, and I’ll make sure your face heals perfectly,” he said reassuringly.

“I believe you,” said Irene with a smile.

Dustin had managed to bring her grandfather back to life. How hard would it be to get rid of a scar?

“I’m sorry. You wouldn’t have gone through all this if it weren’t for me,” Dustin said apologetically.

After all, it was his ov