'I can't believe you allowed someone to touch me!' Devil's Tongue said. Even worse, since Michael had kept his hand on the hilt, the soul weapon couldn't have rejected Jasmine's hands.
'You killed a General. Shouldn't you be glad about it instead?' Michael argued, still comforting the crying girl.
'I guess you do have a point…' Surprisingly, the soul weapon didn't remain salty for long and dropped the matter.
After a few minutes Jasmine calmed down and let go of Michael.
"Thank you, Uncle! We owe you our life."
Ava bit her lower lip suppressing laughter, hearing Michael's new title give her a whiplash.
With hurried steps, Jasmine went to check on Conor's condition.
"How is he, Grandpa?"
Bryce sighed in relief. "The man will live. I have stopped the blood loss and injected him with several healing syringes. It will take him some time to recover, but once he does, he can have his arm replaced with a cybernetic."
Seeing her concerned face, he added.
