(Back in the domain. Lucian's Memory)
Little White sat beside Olivia's unconscious body. He carefully wiped away the sweat that was dripping down her face with the edge of his sleeve. His brows furrowed in worry. It had been almost three hours since Eritrea had left. Why isn't Olivia back?
He heaved, letting out a deep breath, his eyes locked on her sleeping face. His hand unconsciously traced along her face. He felt a strange sensation running down his spine; his hand froze.
"Beautiful," he muttered.
[SYSTEM ALERT]
Little White blinked mindlessly at the screen. "It had appeared again." His lips pressed into a thin line.
His expression suddenly brightened up. "Maybe it has a reward for me," he thought inwardly.
[Olivia is about to die. You have two choices: Save her or let her die.]
Little White's brows furrowed, his expression darkened, his teeth gritting. He shot daggers at the screen before casting a soft gaze at Olivia's unconscious body.
