Stray

An hour ago.

Through the maze-like cloister, two figures were running silently. The dim and pale firelight projected their shadows on the ground. The more petite shadow jumped from time to time. Whenever it returned to the ground again, there would inevitably be black and red blood splattered on the wall.

The guards who were cut instantly became piles of decomposing meats that wriggled and aggregated, but before they could melt together, the exposed core was crushed by a man…

Randy Panther was in a bad mood.

Just as they planned, Mora made all the preparation and finally got the key to unlock his collar. As long as they were alive, the plan would continue.

Looking at it now, they were indeed alive, and at the same time they once again ushered in an unexpected failure. It seemed that the demon of the Withered Castle had no compassion to sway, but it didn’t succeed in harming Mora. Whether that was a blessing of the dragon breath stone dagger or not, this was the best situation he could think of.

It was really him who death had passed on. Randy held back his bitter sigh.

The two assassins rushed to the wall that seemed to be a dead end without hesitation. The illusion was broken, and they successfully returned to the starry night sky. Several years of investigation weren’t wasted, and almost all variables were in their expectations.

Now, they were only one step away.