Andrew sheathed his sword and plopped down beside Mikayla. Then, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and grinned.

He said, "That's the only way. Otherwise, that old mutt Lorenzo would already be dead."

Jerome smirked and glanced at Mikayla, who lay beside Andrew with a face full of rage and despair. He did not say a word as he quietly walked off to the side, ready in case Lorenzo circled back. He was a seasoned veteran who always planned for everything, even the things others ignored.

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