“They have come to snatch my head,” Kendy groaned and flashed an inspective gaze at me.

I could see it all blazing in his eyes; the haze of torment and peril; I wish I were still immortal; I wish those fire of anger with which I was to save humanity were still burning in me; I wish I could leap over the summit, dive at Lord Mayor and Jamole just to eat into their cock for ever being cruel and annoyingly barbaric.

Bu all were wishes; wishes that seemed stronger than me now; Jamole had succeeded in reducing me to less than a kitten and I wouldn’t want to risk...