In his roar, the combat knife in Nolan's hand suddenly gleamed as it thrust toward Andrew's chest.

Andrew instinctively tried to dodge, but his body had no strength left at all. At the last moment, he suddenly smiled. "Nolan, if you want to kill me, then do it. You're right, I didn't keep my promise. I failed to bring you all home. I should have died with you. So go ahead, do it."

The figure before him seemed to freeze for a moment, then suddenly dissipated into nothing.

Andrew relaxed his body slightly, waiting for death to come. However, after a long while, everything around him remained quiet with no response. He slowly opened his eyes and found that everything had returned to normal.

Nolan was gone, while cold sweat soaked his entire body as his legs nearly buckled beneath him.

Andrew gasped for air, his expression twisted in pain.

The Iron Cavalry massacre had always been the deepest wound in his heart, and he had carried that burden entirely alone. If he had known beforehan