The woman in the black dress was none other than Shiloh.

She shouted, "Get Andrew out of here!"

Compared to the last time she saw Andrew, she had not changed much, yet her eyes held a complicated mix of emotions. It was something like love and hate, mixed with helplessness and heartache that she could not explain.

Aspen blurted out, "But what about you? If we leave, you'll…"

Shiloh cut her off. "Relax. This old waste of space isn't even worth my concern."

Titus' face darkened. "May I ask, young lady, which faction in Holtrien do you represent? By blocking the Divine Alchemists today, you can be sure our sect will seek revenge one day."

Shiloh looked utterly disdainful. "Everyone else might fear the Divine Alchemists, but I don't. If you want to kill Andrew, you'll have to get through me first. In this whole world, even if someone can kill him, I'll be the first one to do it, not you!"

Aspen was overwhelmed with gratitude. "Shiloh, take care. I'll get him out of here first."