CHAPTER 30 - ERYS
The clash went on—blades traveled and struck faster than any eyes could see. Erys had no knowledge about the rules in this human match, but he knew that their levels of power were far from each other. Mave was at a huge disadvantage. She already had wounds on her arms, shoulders, and cheeks. Her garment turned all dirty and b****y as she kept on stumbling back to the ground. She’s suffering, he thought, and he only stood like a statue, watching, and doing nothing. What else could he do? The idea of transforming came to his mind once again. No. He couldn’t go into his Primal Form. Mave would find out about his identity. But as he gazed up ahead, he saw Forsyr, locked up with that red leash on his neck. That must’ve been the weapon that Izan mentioned before … the weapon that they’d used
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