Simyon was relatively worn out. Sure, his body had just advanced to a new stage. After several beatings from Liam, he had expected it to happen sooner or later, since he could feel his body growing stronger.
However, it seemed that what he needed was someone who was truly trying to kill him, and at a higher stage. His body had taken a beating, and he was physically as well as mentally drained.
Which was why he thought that maybe the person who was in front of him might have been an illusion of some sort.
"Crap, this doesn't look like the Vice Clan Head either. I know you've just been through a lot, but we need to move; one of our group is in big trouble," Dame exclaimed.
Hearing these words from Dame, he shook his head, as Safa had appeared in his mind.
"Wait, what do you mean by that? Why did you come here then if the others could be in danger? What about Safa?" Simyon called out.
