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—Roar!!!!!

With a heart shuddering Roar, the faystone ancestor tore up the vail covering its upper body. This was a grade 3 weapon. The sheer strength of the ancestor was laid bare right before their eyes.

"Hm? It's you!!! I knew it !!" While it was struggling to gain its freedom, the monstrous craving left its body allowing it to think straight. Why was he chasing them? He was already so weak, why not just let them go? After all, they were just mages of the kingdom.

These thoughts were dashed out as soon as he set his eyes on the sorcerer's figure. He could shape-shift into a thousand forms, but the ancestor would forever recognize him, even after a hundred of years.

The bastard sorcerer who took everything from him.

"Glad you recognize me Vlad, you old fool, still refusing to die I see?" The sorcerer laughed out loud as if they were old friends.

But apparently, the faystone ancestor Vlad didn't feel the same about him.