"Trash like you deserves to die!"
In the next instant, the other two joined in, kicking Renlo without mercy. All he could do was raise his arms to shield his head as the attacks rained down relentlessly.
Crimson blood splattered across the earth. Renlo had long since activated Bloodflow to harden his blood and reduce the damage, but it did little to dull the overwhelming pain.
'T-they want to kill me…' Renlo thought in dread.
They were in the middle of nowhere. He had no backing. No one to look for him. No one to question his absence. No one to demand justice.
He was all alone.
'M-maybe it's better if I die…' The dark thoughts crept in.
He had been too full of himself. A nobody who thought he could call a Vein his friend.
He had been delusional.
Renlo's arms began to fall. His hope slipped.
But…
Images flashed in his mind.
He and Malakai sparring.
Malakai receiving his usual stale bread without complaint.
Their quiet walks to the gate.
