Francis and Blanche, who had been watching the battle unfold from the sidelines, both gasped sharply.
Even though they had seen Alan fight before, what they just witnessed still left them utterly shaken.
It was simply too brutal—so merciless that they instinctively felt grateful Alan was on their side. If this savagery had been directed at them instead...
Francis quickly banished that dark thought, but only then did he notice the fine hairs on his arms were standing on end without him realizing.
After dispatching the bounty hunters, Alan casually flicked his wrist, dispelling the wind-element light sword spell he had conjured.
Yet despite dismissing the spell, the thick stench of blood still clung to him, dense and suffocating, lingering in the air as though it refused to dissipate.
