Chapter 66: The clock is ticking

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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