"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!!"
Kenjirou's breath came out ragged, his heart pounding violently in his chest. He didn't care about honor. He didn't care about his so-called 'party members.' All he knew was—he had to get away.
"Those brats are monsters! No—they're demons! I-I can't win this!"
With shaking hands, he activated every buff he had. Strength Boost. Speed Boost. Agility Boost. Mana Acceleration. His body glowed with divine power as he kicked off the ground with magic, using everything he had to put as much distance between himself and Javier as possible.
Javier slowly turned his gaze, watching Kenjirou flee like a coward. His dead, emotionless eyes followed the running figure.
But before he could move—
A weak grip latched onto his leg.