บท 839: Betrayal

The Blue Sun's muscles tensed, her knuckles white as they gripped the haft of her hammer. Her eyes blazed with fury, like molten steel ready to strike. She was a wall between us and the Death Sun, an unyielding force of defiance. Blood matted her hair and smeared across her face, but her spirit was undeterred.

"Why should he give it to you?" The Blue Sun stepped in front of me, her hammer still in hand, her body bloodied but unbroken. She was a fortress of resolve, standing between me and the abyss. I could see that the fight she had against the Cryptic Sun was as taxing to her as much as it was 'rightfully' painful for the bloodied and broken Cryptic Sun.