Chapter 90
Ever Sword watched Dax's departing figure, his teeth grinding together so hard his jaw ached.
Bloodthirsty bastards.
Old images of the clan flooded his mind—men drenched in blood, fields painted red, the stench of death lingering for weeks after Godfall passed through. He had been young then. He had not forgotten the dread.
He retreated with his team, motioning for his men to carry the unconscious guards.
"For the fact that this clan is stepping out of isolation… it definitely means a lot."
He clenched his fist until his knuckles turned white.
First that ominous blood rain. Now this.
He looked back at the inn one last time—at the rubble and the strange weapon that had left wounds that refused to heal.
"I must inform the city lord."
Inside the inn, Dax patted Alfonzo's shoulder.
"You did well."
