Kapitel 1041: The Blade's power

Running through the large Cursed ship after just leaving the medical bay, everyone's head was turning at a panicked individual. It was Wevil. He had sweat running down his face not because he was tired, but due to him being concerned. He went through people one by one dodging them as if they were attacking him like his favourite game of block block.

While doing so, he was holding something particular in his arms, tight like a baby, it was several blood packs.

'They told me to head to Quinn's training room as quickly as possible with this. Did something happen? Who needs blood, or is it something else?!' Wevil thought.

All the Cursed leaders by now knew the combination to Quinn's personal training room. From time to time they would even use it to practice, things they didn't want other members to see, but Wevil knew who was in it at the moment, so he made sure to run as fast as he could.