His failure brought great disappointment and regret to the bottom of his heart. He kept thinking that he should be able to do his best. But such thoughts are just futile. His biggest obstacle in carrying out his duties was not his enemies, but the task itself.
The man, nicknamed the White Death General, growled in annoyance in the room where Ansalasor was stabbed again. The color white is the very opposite of the element of death, but Death itself likes white. No wonder he earned the nickname White Death, apart from the white color of his eyes since he was an ordinary human wielding an ordinary sword and iron shield.
He didn't want anyone to bother him right now. He closed the door because he wanted to calm down and think, what should he do now? Haidon's presence always made his head spin. Haidon was one of the threats to the spirit realm, but Alfeus didn't think so for some reason.