Chapter 283
"What doesn't kill me will make me stronger," she spoke to herself in a firm voice. It was the first serious note to her voice after returning.
Her gaze sharpened, a glint flickering in her eyes as she straightened her posture, shoulders rolling back with newfound purpose. Her eyes were no longer filled with fear but rather excitement and ambition.
She traced a jagged scar along her wrist, her fingers lingering on the rough skin—a silent testament to survival—before gripping her dagger with a resolve that hardened her features. She was prepared for death, and this was something that she would prevent.
"Boy… I can't wait to meet you again. Next time, I wonder how much you would have grown?" She pictured their next meeting, the boy—no, the man he would become—standing before her, his power even greater. And she, stronger still, ready to face him, to tame the beast he would become.
She wanted to see what sort of monster that kid would become once he grew up.
