The hellish general gave an amused chuckle.
- Really? In that condition?
Foster wasted no time in wasting words and charged again.
Blows followed blows and the fight fell into a stalemate.
-Shit, shit, shit," swore Foster.
The more time passed, the more exhausted he became and the greater the chances of losing.
- What did you expect? That I'd be as weak as the others you killed? That you'd be powerful enough to challenge my masters?
Foster's lips twisted into a sneer.
- Let me laugh, my masters have a power you'll never reach in all your poor life, and when they get what they're after, they'll rule the whole world of Lyréanor! he boasted.
-We'll see, and as long as I'm here, the forest of Vollua will be safe.
The hellish general burst out laughing and the battle resumed.
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