Kapitel 986: Despair

At nearly the same instant Jake decided to take matters seriously, a man, covered in blood – predominantly his own, was fleeing with all the desperation of a hunted creature.

His once handsome face was pallid, beaded with sweat, his gaze wild. Every now and then, he would cast a fleeting glance over his shoulder, his expression momentarily relaxing with relief each time he confirmed he wasn't being pursued.

The man teetering on the brink of despair was none other than Sigmar Aelsinire, also known as Hade.

Whenever his thoughts strayed back to the events of just minutes prior, a chill would ripple down his spine, cold sweat prickling his flesh.

'I felt it coming, but those traitors still managed to catch me off guard.' With a shake of his head, exuding an air of bitterness and disillusionment, he cautiously circulated his Vitality Aether to heal his injuries.