Chapter 402: Who am I ?
Most of the battles had now come to an end.
Only a few remained before the curtain would fall on this final round.
Somewhere in the vast battlefield...
Draxler sat atop a jagged rock, his sword plunged beside him into the ground.
Running a hand through his orange hair, Beatrice’s chosen knight sighed in boredom as he surveyed the ruined wasteland before him.
"That bastard... he really ran off."
After a long, intense battle, Ghost Umbra had proven to be a serious threat .. one Draxler considered a worthy opponent.
But just as their fight reached its peak...
Ghost had vanished, slipping away with a powerful, unexpected strike that sliced through Draxler’s right side.
The knight wiped the blood from his wound and tasted it.
"He really got me... that Ghost Umbra."