Chapter 104

Deep in the forests of Dryad.

A dwarven man in a black cloak staggered along.

His clothes were reduced to rags.

Scarred marks all over his body.

Philip hobbled with some difficulty, dragging himself to the front of a wooden statue.

*Thud!*

He collapsed against the wooden statue, leaning back. He was so exhausted that his eyes threatened to close, but he fought them back.

*Oooooh!*

Black energy flowed from the statue and into Philip's body.

As time passed,

The wounds on Philip's body healed, and his tired face began to rejuvenate. Free of pain, Philip gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

He snarled.

"…. that bitch."

His eyes flashed as he remembered the woman who had made him like this. A blonde-haired mage. The image of her chasing him like a mad dog was still vivid in his mind.

-Why don't you stop? If I catch you, you know what I'll do!