Raven gracefully touched down on the ground, a firm grip on the Nameless Sword. Crimson droplets trickled down from its gleaming blade as he swiftly consumed a healing potion.
His injuries began to mend before the very eyes, as if time itself had accelerated its healing process.
The old man was strong and his attacks were unorthodox, to the point that he had never seen attacks that were able to bypass any defense or artifacts to hit the enemy directly.
Fighting against an enemy like this was challenging, to the point that he even wondered if he had a chance to win.
He was unclear who this man was, or why he was even here in the first place. What was his relation with this Bloodline? Many questions remained in his head as he looked in the direction of the old man.
Raven peered into the distance, a look of astonishment appearing on his face before gradually transforming into a perplexed frown.