Seth craved power, and over the years, he realized more and more that Sally and he were not on the same path.

Moreover, Miranda was just a love-struck fool, completely immersed in her infatuation. Initially, he intended to use Miranda one last time, but Nash and Micah ruined his plans.

No, he hadn't achieved his goals yet. He couldn't die here, and he refused to spend the rest of his life on the run.

Seth hung up on Sally and made a quick decision. If he couldn't make it in the Yaren tribe, he would seek out the allied forces.

As he took a few steps forward, he noticed there were no footsteps behind him. Turning around, he saw Wes still standing there, staring blankly.

Seeing Wes's dazed expression, Seth's anger flared. "What are you standing there for? Do you have a death wish?"

shouldn't be tied

low, like a child caught in wrongdoing, Wes muttered, "Mr. Seth, forgive me, but I

reply immediately. Instead, as Wes finished speaking, he drew his

Wes collapsed to the ground. Seth fired a few more shots into Wes, his eyes cold

get up, but his body had none left. He could only watch helplessly as his breathing became more labored, suffocating him. In his final moments, Wes thought of Miranda. He remembered his promise to protect her, a promise he

ensuring Wes was dead, Seth dragged his body into the mountains. Then, armed

raised their weapons upon seeing Seth, but he quickly

of the Yaren tribe. I need to speak with your leader," he demanded. The soldiers hesitated

burning with

about her condition and fearing Seth's men would catch up, Wilfred carried her into the forest, eventually finding a cave. He bit his finger and

began to murmur, "Don't draw my blood

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