Chapter 143

She turned to see one of the guild members looking at her with empathy in his eyes. Without a word, he conveyed his understanding, his presence a reassurance that she wasn’t alone in this pain.

But even as the guild member’s touch brought a measure of comfort, Abigail’s heart ached with a mixture of emotions.

There was sadness, of course, for the loss of the man who had been a part of her life. But there was also a complex array of feelings that she struggled to untangle—regret, anger, and the weight of unspoken words that would now remain forever unsaid.

As the reality of the situation sank in, Abigail’s gaze remained fixed on Michael’s lifeless form. The guild members were still gathered around, their own expressions a mirror of her grief.

She wanted to say something, to convey the emotions that were tearing at her heart, but the words caught in her throat, and the silence lingered.

And so, in that moment, Abigail simply stood there, a witness to the