"Accursed Warlock…"
Davis uttered through his clenched teeth. He raised his hand, about to cleave Accursed Warlock's Will in Noraus Auraflame's soul into two.
Noraus Auraflame's expression was unsightly as he witnessed that the assassination was a failure. What was going on?
Wasn't the assassins from the World's End Temple supposed to be top-notch?
How come they were stopped by a mere immortal whom he had toyed with? He could see it was none other than Logan, whom he had tortured and thrashed. However, he suddenly noticed that his air was extremely different than before, and his prowess extraordinary.
Nonetheless, when he turned to look at Davis, he spat at him with a venomous gaze.
"Vile Divergent, don't you ever think this would be the last of it…"
Unfortunately, before Davis could even utter a word back to Accursed Warlock, Noraus Auraflame had already fainted.
"No, you don't fucking leave until I say so…!"
