"You bastard!! What did you do?!" roared one of the Zephyr Battalion members to his comrade, who seemed to have lost his mind and suddenly blocked the entrance by destroying the top-most part.
However, the "comrade" only laughed uproariously in response before a Wind Cutter sliced the man's neck off.
Purple blood spurted out of the severance, fountaining as the dead man's frame shapeshifted into a muscular, purple-skinned physique.
The head that rolled also wasn't that of a human but of a horned Fellkin.
Hal and the others' eyes widened.
Meanwhile, Cedar, the middle-aged man who had been with Zephyron since they were students of the Grand Magic Academy, clenched his fists.
They've been had again!
Who could've expected that, in the heat of battle, one cunning Fellkin Warrior managed to shapeshift into one of their men without being detected?
What was the bastard's motive in sacrificing himself like this?
Would his hard work even be acknowledged by the fell society this way?
