Zoey tried wiping them away, but more tears kept coming.
She couldn't face him.
She couldn't bear to see his expression.
Her overwhelming shame crushed her.
She hated this feeling.
She hated it so much.
…
A distance away, Ozeroth and Lumindra had momentarily stopped fighting.
Their attention was now on Zoey.
Lumindra crossed her arms, her face somber.
She didn't like seeing Zoey like this.
"Zoey," she muttered, her voice pained.
Behind her, Ozeroth snorted.
"Hmph. He better not accept that half-baked apology."
His arms crossed as he watched, his expression unimpressed.
"She still needs to grovel and lick his feet. And mine, too!"
His tone turned dramatic.
"It was a very tough task stopping that idiot from making a complete fool of himself."
"I molded him. I shaped him into the cool man he is now!"
"Without me, he would've still been a pathetic mess."
A vein throbbed in Lumindra's forehead.
