Chapter 67| Kill Or Be Killed

‘What exactly is wrong with these three men, and why do they always talk alike? What does "WE NEED TO MOVE NOW" even mean? Move—to where?’

Those words from Vincent alone were enough to fuel their adrenaline. The urgency in his voice, sharp as a blade, sent a jolt of instinctual fear through Aricia, though she could not yet see the cause. Somehow, Arthur knew his way around, his strides purposeful as if he had memorized the streets long ago.

Aricia, on the other hand, had long forgotten her way around. She had never been allowed to venture much outside as a child, and the few times she had left the Spirit Clan’s domain were solely for medical treatment in the Water Clan. Even that memory had faded into obscurity, a blur of indistinct faces and the scent of damp stone and herbs.

But Arthur wove through the streets like a man possessed—until—

ROAR!!!!! ROAR!!!!!