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Nash handed his storage ring to Mosley and said, "Take Herman into the ring. He's currently in a very unstable condition. The toxins have spread throughout his body. This will keep him alive for now."

Mosley followed Nash's instructions. After putting Herman into the storage ring, he leaped off the building. When he reached the 50th floor, he noticed Alfius and Ply amidst the flames and debris.

"No way," Mosley muttered, shielding himself with a barrier before kicking through the glass and entering the floor. He began moving the rubble off the two and discovered a steel rod piercing through Alfius' chest. He had shielded Ply with his body. "What should I do?" Mosley was at a loss for a moment.

"Please! Save him! Alfius, it's all because of me," Ply pleaded, tears streaming down her face.

Mosley approached them and noted the numerous wounds on Alfius' body. Even if he saved him now, he would not survive long.

Alfius whispered weakly, "No. Please save Ply..."

"What?" Mosley looked at Alfius. His request was the most rational. Given Alfius' critical condition, saving him might be futile. He would likely bleed out regardless.

Mosley tried to pull Ply into the storage ring but to no avail. The ring was already at its limit trying to maintain Herman's life. It could not take anyone else in at the moment.

"This can't be happening," Mosley muttered, hitting the ring in frustration. His eyes widened in horror as he noticed the bomb on Ply's body was about to explode.

"No, this bomb..." Mosley could see it was no ordinary bomb. The true energy around it had intertwined with Ply's soul, making it impossible to disarm it without killing her. Trembling, Mosley grabbed Alfius. Ply understood what he was trying to do and moved Alfius closer to him.

"You idiot servant, I told you to save Miss Scota. Why aren't you following your master's orders?" Alfius' voice was weak but determined.noveldrama

"But, but..." Tears welled up in

Mosley's eyes as he explained the

nature of the bomb. "The bomb is linked to Miss Scota's soul. I can't disarmit without killing her. The worst outcome is that both

Sw you..."

Ply smiled sadly. "You don't have to hesitate anymore. Please, take Alfius away. He's too kind to die here."

"No! I said no! Mosley!"

"Huh?" Mosley stared at Alfius incredulously.

"Stop pretending! I already know it's you! Tilly already told me! Aren't you that so-called Judge? Then you must have a way to disarm this soul-binding bomb, right?"

Mosley shook his head. "This bomb is powered by a person's soul. If even for a short moment-no, even for a brief instant-the bomb loses contact with the soul, it'll

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immediately explode. I... I can't gamble with your lives."

He looked at his trembling hands. They had been shaking the moment he discovered the bomb. Why?

He should have been accustomed to death by now, so why was he still shaking? Was it fear?

No, that was not it. It was the storage ring! Herman was struggling inside the ring.