Chapter 221 Clash Of Wills
In the heart of the forest, a clearing concealed a group of five men and two women. These individuals, disguised as humans, stood in a circle. The escaped Shadowstalker knelt before them, its red eyes burning with a mix of loyalty and fear.
With a low, guttural roar, the creature pointed a clawed finger toward Casper and Rin, who stood calmly at the edge of the camp.
The group's eyes narrowed, their expressions filled with malice and anger.
One of the men stepped forward, his voice calm. "I don't know how you are, but you won't leave this place alive."
Casper's mischievous grin twisted into a twisted smile as he replied, "Oh, this is so weird! It's like every soon-to-be-dead person has said these exact words at some point!"
" Let's kill those bastards "
The group of disguised individuals, their anger ignited, clenched their fists. Dark claws emerged from their fingers, revealing their true monstrous nature.
Rin's expression remained stoic, but a flicker of realization passed through his eyes. His golden aura flared, its intensity growing as the truth sank in. These individuals, disguised as humans, were actually monsters in disguise. This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com
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Lisa, Aslan, Lyla, and Mina had gathered around, deep in conversation. They had always been good friends since their time at the academy, but it was à a long time since their last meeting.
"So, you've lost your memories," Lyla asked, her voice filled with concern.
"Yes, but he assured us that we will remember soon," Aslan replied, glancing over at the innkeeper who was still engrossed in conversation with the mysterious green-haired woman.
"That's why you're with him, isn't it?" Mina chimed in, her eyes fixed on Fray, who stood alone nearby.
"What do you mean?" Aslan questioned, confusion evident in his voice.
The young man locked eyes with Fray and, with steady steps, ignored everyone else and approached Fray with a smile on his face.
"Hello, Fray," the young man greeted.
Fray's expression turned cold as he stared at the stranger. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice laced with suspicion.
The young man seemed taken aback. "You don't remember me!?" he exclaimed, his surprise evident.
Fray remained silent, his memory failing to recall any connection to this person.
Mina, one of the girls in the group, spoke up. "Wait, is it possible that you're Ferrit?" she asked, her voice filled with uncertainty.
"Ferritt? Do you mean the young master of the northern castle in the Lionar Kingdom?" Lisa chimed in, her curiosity piqued.
Ferritt's eyes lit up with recognition. "Yes, you're right. I'm Ferritt. It's truly unfortunate to find that you've forgotten about me in such a short period. I've been eagerly waiting for our meeting," he said, a hint of disappointment in his voice.
Confusion clouded Fray's mind as he tried to make sense of the situation. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.
Ferritt chuckled softly. "Nice to meet you again, Fray. I hope you've become stronger since the last time we met." With those enigmatic words, Ferritt turned and walked away.
As he walked away, Fray's gaze followed him, his eyes narrowing with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. Ferritt's destination became clear as he approached the shadow of a towering tree, lying down with a peaceful expression.
Just as Fray's attention was fixed on Ferritt, another blinding light erupted from the forest, causing everyone to shield their eyes. As the light subsided, four figures emerged, capturing the attention of the entire group.
The first figure to step forward was a woman of immense stature, standing at least six meters tall. She was adorned in animal skins, exuding an aura of primal power. Her piercing gaze swept across the gathering, commanding attention and respect.
Beside her stood a young man with blond hair, his eyes filled with determination, everyone present recognized him as Luke. Next to Luke was Jareth and Evelyne
As the group gathered together, Fray's fury simmered beneath the surface. The arrival of Luke, Jareth, and Evelyne stirred the scene that he watch before. The sight of his men dying at the hands of these three, but a deep voice resonated in Fray's mind, urging him to maintain control.
"Sir, please don't lose your control," the voice whispered. "in this exact moment you're supposed to die."