Chapter 36: Every Single One
Azrael had been informed that when many Chosen die close together, there was a chance a Rift would appear due to the Divine energy their bodies released. But this was the first time he had witnessed such a thing with his own eyes.
’Is this what the terrorists’ goal has been all along?’ he thought, dragging his battered body forward toward Champion Frederick.
"Instructor!" he shouted. Since the fallen debris reduced his visibility, he was unable to locate the man. "Are you alive?"
As an answer came a strained cough from the other side.
Gritting his teeth, Azrael sped up. The Mindless abominations were still devouring the dead Chosen. However, he had a feeling he wouldn’t remain undetected much longer.
Instinctively, his eyes sailed over the bodies—Victor wasn’t among the dead. Where the madman had gone was a mystery.
’Well, if his Inborn Trait really makes him crave danger, he’s probably entered the Rift.’
Leaving a crimson trail behind, Azrael finally reached Frederick.
The mighty man was gone, now he was almost unrecognizable. His figure was stained by so much hardened blood it looked like a mauled corpse left by a corrupted monster.
’He is alive,’ Azrael breathed a sigh of relief, seeing the slow rise and fall of Frederick’s chest.
"Get up."
The Champion didn’t answer.