Crane was pushed to the ground, falling flat on his buttocks. He looked around to see some of the soldiers politely looking away.
His heart was filled with bewilderment and unwillingness, and then flames of rage exploded forth from the depths of his heart, causing his gaze to become even more ghastly and ruthless.
Xaloc was merely a son of one of Lord Moses' illegitimate children. Where did he get the guts and face to always look down on him? Since Lord Arlen wanted him dead after, he might as well push the timeline up.
He took a deep breath when he thought up to here, and his serious expression faintly revealed a wisp of madness. The Divine Artifact on his back gleamed and two wings sprouted out as he took to the sky.
Even though Xaloc felt a minute ago, he had already given a wide gap between where he was and the camp. Where was he running off too?
