Chapter 42

Clifford reviewed the information of the person chasing after him. After one glance with his retrieved left eye, he gathered some basic information about his pursuer.

Name: Erol Flint

Lvl: 66

Job: Captain of the 12 creese.

Affiliation: The temple of the light.

These were the basic information he viewed, disregarding the other information as he didn’t have the luxury to read the remaining information, being too occupied in outrunning him.

“There’s no escape, darkling!”

Erol’s voice echoed through the woods, gaining speed with every minute.

Clifford winces, not expecting that he’d get chased that long. They’d being at it for an hour now, but the man seemed relentless.

Fed up with the situation, he changed tactics; from moving in a straight line, he shifted to zig-zag movements, turning from one tree to another to lose him.

“Cursed dark spawn, you won’t escape me!”