Massacre

Valin ran through trees and bushes without a care in the world.

His eyes turned to those of a snake and took on a golden hue.

With it, he was able to pinpoint the location of all the missionaries and, more importantly, a Master-rank at the foot of the mountain.

Without further ado, he sped in their direction, ignoring the man who stood beside Grenald's body.

And of course, such a commotion could never go unnoticed.

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"What is that?!"

"Something's heading this way!"

'Not something, someone. As expected'

Cavarl could only sigh when he saw someone speedily heading in their direction. With the thick killing intent the person was emitting, it didn't take a sage to know that whoever was coming wasn't coming with good intentions.

He had predicted something of this nature happening, though he would've never imagined that the king would come himself.