Chapter 112: Chapter 112: Altar in the Forest

Henrik's actions seemed casual, but the bullets he fired consecutively formed a net that sealed off an entire space.

Then, a muffled groan came from not far away. The air dispersed like mist and the Prophet staggered into view from another location.

Meanwhile, her original running figure disappeared without a trace.

"Such a strange ability!"

For Henrik, the Prophet's ability was a significant limitation. Although his first shot missed, he quickly adjusted his aim following the sound of footsteps.

Even though it was just a rough estimate of the area, one of his shots grazed the Prophet's shoulder.

A large patch of fresh blood seeped out, staining the front of her shirt red.

"Hand over the girl, or the next bullet will hit your head!"

Henrik still remembered the admonitions before setting out, to try not to escalate the situation to an irreparable level.

But what answered him was the Prophet's cold snort, "Kill them all!"

"Kill them all!"