Chapitre 610: A Scythe, dagger, clock, and a wheel?

Elliana didn't say anything for a few seconds. She just evened her top and stood from her place, blinking her eyes to shoo her emotions that wanted to cloud her heart when all she needed was to stay strong for everyone around her. 

"That I am dying slowly?" Elliana asked, her gaze hard, and Misha glared at the girl in front of her as she saw her sitting in the boss chair and swirling it.

"How can you say those words so easily? Do you even know what kind of effect-"

"So tell me what I should do?" Elliana asked Misha, cutting her off mid-sentence.

Elliana scoffed.