Jamaspa stared at Mithra’s eyes, offered her last look to her, fully love, a faint smile playing about Jamaspa’s deformed lips and closed her eyes, forever. “You saved my life, for the second time!” A tear ran down Mithra’s cheek. “I love you!” She said a sentence that she had never told her nanny when she was alive, her voice breaking. Her fingers tightened into fists, her nails digging into her palms, and turned to Brazen who could not stop staring at her, aghast. She was ready to attack, but an arrow landed on his throat and opened it. Brazen’s heavy body fell down by the shot.