Zachariel arrived at the lake. He sighed with relief, seeing that there was still an hour before night time.
At this moment, the lotus mark on his forehead vanished. Weakness and drowsiness washed over him.
`Oh no, I’m about to…`
He slumped hard on the ground with blood flowing out of his mouth. His breath was erratic and rushed.
The skin seemed to have burrowed to his body, similar to a person who has not yet eaten for months.
`No…`
…
Zachariel fell from the sky, landing on the garbage sacks.
‘Ack!’
He stood up and looked around.
`Houses. Stone houses. A concreted alley. Am I in a city?`
“Get out of my way!”
A loud shout resonated before an explosion occurred.
Various people shouted, intriguing Zachariel.
He went out of the alley and saw Nerval swiftly moving away from the a
