Chapter 266: Hate

In the midst of what seemed like an endless twilight, Nicholas' eyes gleamed cruelly, his movements were agile as he swung through the tree branches like a monkey, a small glint shone brightly in his hands, his daggers reflected the beautiful orange hue of the sky. With a quick motion, he descended, and his body became invisible; the soft rustle of leaves was the only sound that could be heard. Amidst the trees, there was a group of men in brown tunics, and suddenly, a head fell to the ground.