Chapter 1355: Aldred’s Martial State

"Huu…"

Aldred's white breath escaped his trembling lips as his narrower gaze shot straight ahead.

There was a blackish distortion there that oozed nothing short of danger. He furrowed his brow as he kept his focus on the distortion while spreading his senses all around him.

The kids behind him were safe, for now, and their goal was right in front of them—past the distortion.

But Aldred knew better than to be optimistic.

… Especially since his warrior instincts were telling him that the one within the distortion was dangerous.

Far more dangerous than the other small fry he had so easily eliminated.

"You really live up to the intel. I should have expected you to stop that attack."

As a deep, sinister tone echoed within the passageway, a man began to appear from the darkness.

He had a raven black cloak, with a staff on his hand, and crimson energies gleaming from several parts of his body.