Chapter 67: The sun is up
They hunted.
Just like Vacuse promised.
Harkon and Vacuse sped through the red fog, their eyes easily piercing through the fog. They ran, leaping through like streaks of blurring figures, far away from the hall.
The red fog let them know where fighting was taking place and they headed towards there.
"Don’t get killed, Captain," Vacuse ordered as they reached the first fighting spot.
It was a slaughter, and Vacuse was there for it.
The red fog blocked the senses of all the Soulbearers that weren’t Vorrakyn, even when their Advancement Stage was high. They turned in place, throwing out wide punches to their surroundings,
Or using their powers to send techniques and skills roaring into the waves.
But no matter what they did, the fog clung to them tightly and curled around their limbs without letting go.
The Vorrakyn ran among them and they were killing them as easily as reaping weeds from harvest plants.
Vacuse looked on in mild disappointment. "They already took care of all the ones here. Let’s look for more in another place."
They took off again.