Chapter 210: One Of Our Own

A bicorn materialized from space, its arrival marked by ripples like disturbed water. Perched atop its back sat a man clad in dark vestments, his silhouette resembling a grim reaper.

He halted, surveying the docks.

'What a sight for sore eyes…'

This was the very place where he had first encountered the Strigoi Zagarath. Now, he had slain him. His revenge was complete. But he wasn't here to reminisce—he was here for the Nexus Key.

His gaze swept the area until he spotted a young man covered in blood, barely clinging to life. Not far from him lay an old man—haggard, unconscious, but in better condition.

Alicarde dismounted from Warth's back. He ignored the old alchemist and strode toward the bloodied youth.

'Hmm… this one is called Chris, right?'

He knelt, placing a hand on Chris's chest, then moved his fingers as he began to cast a healing spell.

"By water and by fire,

By bone and by flesh,