Chapter 78: Ten Assassins
Zarian left the Man Butcher alive, wiping away his Black Fire spell.
The Man Butcher could still die from the leg wound. Zarian left just enough vitality for the hardcore warrior to have a chance at surviving.
Back on his feet, Zarian returned to the T-section. He walked past the Infernal Witch, who stayed put in her crater, rubbing the handprint around her neck. Her dark eyes set in the sunken hollows of her sockets rotated to follow his heavy march.
Zarian stopped. The Infernal Witch quivered in deep fear.
“I don’t think The Dragon is the type to care much,” Zarian said, his back still turned to her.
He waited patiently for her to answer.
“He’s the strongest of all the gods,” the witch said hoarsely. “He’ll give me more power one day. I’ll stay … faithful.”
Curious, Zarian turned to look at the witch fully. “What made you choose evil?”
She looked at him for a long time. Then she asked, “What made you?”