My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 733

"Understood, Young Madam!" Sparrow said, before leading Vulture and the others to inspect the remaining humvees that Dracon's team had brought. With the help of Dracon's other combatants, they unloaded the supplies from the compartments of the damaged humvees and transferred them to the Winters' trucks.

The vehicles that were barely functional but still repairable were secured to the backs of the trucks using thick ropes and heavy-duty hooks. In the end, only three humvees were deemed usable, and the truck that had been used to carry civilians could still be driven—though just barely. Sparrow chose that one for Lisa.

Once everything was settled, he returned to Kisha.

"Young Madam, we've finished hooking up the humvees to the trucks—they're ready to be towed," Sparrow reported. "However, the truck their civilians used is barely functional. Honestly, it seems just about right for that ugly woman."

He emphasized the word ugly with a pointed glance at Lisa, then let out a dismissive snort.

Keith and Lisa both laughed at Sparrow's comment, their voices overlapping. For Keith, it was the first time he'd laughed in a long while—especially after hearing what his sister had endured in her office. Still, he believed Kisha was being merciful by giving Lisa a way out.

But Kisha? Mercy had nothing to do with it. In truth, she was being more cruel than ever.

She wanted Lisa to taste despair.

What seemed like a lifeline was, in reality, a carefully crafted trap. Kisha gave her a way out—but it led straight into hopelessness. If Lisa was sent off in a barely functioning truck, how could she escape when another mutated snake or any other mutated creature came for her? How could she defend herself, when she'd never fought a day in her life and had always relied on others?

And that dagger she was given? Useless. She wouldn't even get close enough to strike before it was all over.

And during those times, Lisa would have no one to rely on but herself. Maybe then, she'd begin to reflect on all the wrongs she had done—whether she admitted to them or not. She might come to hate Kisha, but what could that hatred possibly do to her?

Kisha wanted her to die with that hate burning inside her—to be filled with rage and confusion, to question where everything went wrong, again and again, until the abyss consumed her completely.

Only then would Lisa truly understand what despair felt like.

Kisha smirked and turned around, and the others followed suit. Dracon and his team fell in step behind them. Meanwhile, Eagle and Hawk assisted the civilians from Dracon's side, helping them separate and board the four Winters' trucks, squeezing in with the rest of the group.

Fortunately, each truck still had a few seats available, allowing the civilians to sit comfortably and remain under the protection of the Winters. With this arrangement, the Winters wouldn't have a hard time keeping an eye on them—there were just enough civilians to manage without stretching their forces too thin.

As the others began to leave, Lisa turned her gaze toward Dracon—and especially Gavel. Gavel hesitated for a moment. No matter how wicked Lisa was, she was still a human being.

Dracon noticed and paused, turning back to look at Gavel before speaking.

"Demons often wear the faces of humans," Dracon said calmly. "They pretend to be weak and pitiful to earn sympathy. And once someone pities them, they're pulled into the abyss—right where the demon wanted them. Into the despair it prepared."

He glanced toward Lisa.

"She may look pitiful now, but her heart is steeped in darkness. It won't be long before she hurts more people."

Dracon had come to understand something about Gavel—despite being from a wealthy background, he was a true gentleman. Compassionate, maybe even with a hint of a heroic tendency. But above all, he was a good person.