Kapitel 704: Tyrael

Tycondrius activated his ⌈Tumble⌋ skill, somersaulting backward to get back on his feet. 

The child! 

He pointed the tip of his blade forward, ready to defend himself. 

However... she was retreating. 

Slow... too slow. The girl... she wobbled forward. How she expected to escape, when she couldn't even walk a straight line was baffling... 

She tripped over a tree root, falling hard to a knee. 

"ArrrrRRRGH!!" The child screamed. 

Had she hurt herself? She struggled... so desperately-- unable to stand. 

It was...

Pathetic. 

It was... a clumsy, piteous struggle... for a creature that had no right to exist. 

"Sprig... I'm coming..." She cried... "We have... to get away..."

It was... a respectable attempt. 

The girl deserved nothing. She did not deserve to live. She did not deserve a painless death.

...But Tycon decided to gift her... a quick one.