Chapter Twenty

Dave stared at Carson like he was a moron.

"Hey, stupid, remember you broke your soul gear when you used all your energy fighting this guy." Carson looked at his outstretched hand, a look of regret on his face.

He lowered his arm and glanced towards the cloudy night sky as of searching for something. He looked up at the night sky for several seconds with a sad smile on his face before softly whispering, "rest in peace, old man."

Understanding hit Dave like a punch to the gut at that moment. The sword that was Carson's soul gear was his father's sword, which meant that he had just lost his father again.

He could feel even more anger rise towards the creature that was responsible for the whole thing.

However, the Death Stalker was ignoring the both of them and was currently inspecting its claws like it never saw them before.