บท 287: Fight

Jules' pov

It felt like I was about to die. I could feel the life slowly drop out of me the more my lungs felt like it was on fire even more. It was pitch black in here but that didn't stop darker spots from appearing behind my eyelids.

I couldn't believe that I'd actually end up dying like this, right in the hands of the person who I love more than my own self.

I was still trying to tug on his wrist but it was pointless because his grip was as strong as steel.

After a few moments passed, I silently asked myself if I was really gonna die like this.

I'm no longer the weak kid I was once. I've evolved. I've grown. I've taken fighting lessons in the past six months. I've perfected my magic use. I'm now a literal king.

So, why would I chose to go down like this? Without putting up any sort of fight?