"Khik—" Allen hissed as he tightened the torn fabric around his forearm, trying to stop the bleeding. It burned and he has already lost quite an amount of blood.
He had been ambushed.
When he saw Elizabeth wounded, he rushed her to safety—only for several Acolytes to spring out and attack. But the one who cut him wasn't them.
It was Elizabeth.
Or rather, the man pretending to be her. Vincent—one of the Aegis Academy students.
He had switched sides. He was with the Acolytes now.
"Come on now, where are you hiding?" Vincent's voice rang out, sharp and filled with killing intent. He wasn't even trying to hide his bloodlust.
Allen had somehow evaded his vicious spells but failed to inflict any damage in return. In the end, all Allen could do was to abandon the camp and hide here.
Rustling sounds echoed from the shadows. The other Acolytes were searching too.
'Damn it… I dropped my sword…'
