Exhausted, Azrael collapsed on his knees. The blood that seeped from his skinned face blurred his vision, forcing him to keep his eyes downward.
'This was a close one,' he thought bitterly, trying to ignore the pain soaring through his veins.
'A single Rook monster almost killed us all. If Victor didn't warn me in time and if the others didn't pounce on the Lost Soul like there was no tomorrow, we would have all been dead.'
It was good that they had bested a Rook monster. The bad part was that the Death Knight was of the same Danger Level and Corruption Rank. The idea of Azrael killing it alone now seemed nothing more than a delusional dream.
'It's good that I joined in defending Seraphina's camp. The more alive Chosen the more bait I can use. Monsters such as this are fought in groups, not solo,' he analyzed.
