Chapter 20: Last breed

"Do you think with this speed we can ever reach the royal palace?" Pristine murmured, sighing deeply.

They were walking through the streets for a few hours but it seemed like it was all puzzling. They return back to where they started. Everywhere was darkness of alcoholic vibes but none of the people on the street seemed to be drunk...

Alastor peeked through his cloak, his eyes widened. There was something off with the inner city...it was possessed.. and everyone on the street seemed to be under mind control.

The cold sweat trickles down his forehead. They were already having a tough situation. If they don't hurry to the palace they'll run late. And now another situation appeared...the citizens of Moldavite City.

Pristine twitched as the strong mana assaulted inside his nostrils. His body shuddered in pain , falling on knees he vomited blood.