Blood dripped steadily from Rion's wound, each drop darkening the soil and releasing a hot, metallic scent into the air. He clutched the gash tightly and began walking toward Noa with slow but resolute steps. Pain lanced through his body with every movement, yet his expression remained ice-cold.
"Where is the archer?"
"And that heavily armored warrior? Where is he?"
"How did Noa kill those two women when he couldn't even see them?"
Questions swirled like a vortex in Rion's mind.
Noa stood motionless, reaching out with his senses to feel the mana currents and the uneasy vibrations in the air.
Suddenly, a rapid patter of footsteps came from behind Rion.
Shap-shap-shap!
Rion whirled around, alert. Gobuto came sprinting toward him, eyes wide with pure terror.
He collapsed at Rion's feet, body trembling violently, voice shaking.
"Master! He's coming! Save me, Master!"
Rion crouched, staring down at him, brows furrowed.
"Who is coming?"
Gobuto's lips quivered.
