Chapter 317: Metamorphosis  (1)

Seeing all that unfolded, Felix in the distance was dumbfounded. The battle was so one-sided as expected but still, Taf survived. Every time he looked at the dreadlocks teen he questioned, What would Taf have done faced with the choice of fleeing or dying with his sister? It plagued Felix's souls, highlighting his inadequacies. But he channeled his contempt for himself into a loathing of Taf.

His attention then shifted to Zuccaro who ran his hand through the red sand. All that advantage wasted. He had beaten Taf to death's door but was denied the privilege of seeing the lights escape from his eyes.

 Taf might have left sounding in high spirits but the minotaur could sense his life slipping away with every punch. At most he had a day or two of life. "Use your remaining days of life, well," He uttered before rising to his feet. Two of his fellow Purgatory knights could be felt charging in his direction. In mere moments they appeared.