Michaela Walker.
“If you think the Evil Master is a relentless, ruthless man now, you should’ve seen him two centuries ago. . . Many had suffered under his hands, so yes, when they asked me to help them, I did what I did without batting an eyelid. . .”
“Why now?” Michaela cut in, elaborating when he frowned. “Why only now that you decided to reveal what you claim is the truth?”
The Celestial Master didn’t take offense in what she implied, forming a gentle smile as he said. “I am afraid I don’t have long to live after exhausting my powers in my fight with the Evil Master. The little time I have left, I want to fix my wrongdoings.”
Michaela’s anger diminished, saddened to hear this. She opened her mouth to say something, but she couldn’t find the words. Though she wasn’t close with him,
