About an hour ago, when Adam Vinter left Izardo, a young man with black hair and deep golden eyes and a calm look was drinking coffee in one of the coffee shops.
At that moment, his eyes turned as he saw through the window a multitude of shadows leaving the city, heading west, straight towards the line of hills.
The hunters moved forward, each of them wanting to catch up with Adam Vinter and kill him to become stronger. That was the sole goal of each of them.
"Agh..." Menax sighed before taking a sip of the brown drink.
A waitress passing by noticed his slightly sad face:
"Sir, is something wrong? Maybe you don't like your drink?"
Menax shook his head.
"No, this is excellent coffee. Quite expensive, but definitely worth it. Just..." Menax lifted the cup as his hands trembled slightly. "I'm afraid, afraid that this might be my last cup of coffee."
