Chapter 12: Evil Spirit
After eliminating Drakas’s minions, which were his secondary trump card, General Genevieve turned her gaze to Drakas, who at this moment trembled under the gaze of a young man dressed in a tattered, oversized burlap gown.
What is the identity of this person? An assassin sent by the kingdom to assist me? No, I doubt it. I can’t sense any strength from him. Then... could he be Drakas’s superior?
Many thoughts flashed through General Genevieve’s mind as she observed the unnatural scene of Drakas cowering under the gaze of a weak-looking young man.
As much as she would like to get to the bottom of what was transpiring before her eyes, she hadn’t come to solve mysteries. Her only mission was to execute Drakas, the betrayer of humanity.
As for the identity of the young man? She could verify it by attempting to end the life of Drakas.
With a cold glint flashing through her eyes, General Genevieve acted right away, taking advantage of the situation to silently appear behind Drakas. Her Holy Flame Sword was raised above her head, poised to end the life of Drakas.
Simultaneously, the primal survival instinct of Drakas immediately kicked in, awakening him from the negative status of fear. He immediately turned his head behind him, his hand instinctively propped up to guard against the incoming attack.
But he was too late.
At a shocking speed, a golden flame sword expanded in his field of vision, very soon reaching his body as he abruptly felt a sensation of spinning in the air before dropping to the ground with a resounding thud. He rolled on the ground a few times before stopping.
When he finally stopped moving, he caught sight of his body, still standing in the same position with its hand propped up, but the only difference was that his head was no longer attached to his body. That was when he realized that he had been decapitated by Genevieve through an ambush.
Damn you, Genevieve! This isn’t over!