Chapter 218: Seeck Mohawk

"The fate of hundreds of lives rides on your hands."

Had you ever been told these words?

Combing his hair straight up into a mohawk, one young boy who hadn't been told those words either used a hardening gel on his hair and prepared his main weapon for another day.

He hadn't been told those words either, not those exact ones, but he didn't need to.

No one who held the fate of hundreds of lives needed to. For they felt it.

Seeck Mohawk clenched his fists and slapped his cheeks.

A lot of faith had been put into him by a hero. A hero of generations no less.

But even if it was a nomad who said it, he still wouldn't let them down.

"Foooo…" he exhaled.

It was show time.

***

Luka Rune was forcing himself to smile.

'What did we regress for?'

After hearing those words from his childhood friend, he felt his entire world crumbling down on him. The feelings of loss and grief were immediately switched out with feelings of action.

Not again.

Not even a scratch on anyone.