Kapitel 104: HURT

From the shadows, more and more figures emerged, and the space within the backyard was filled with that putrid stench.

Lexine could not help but scrunch her nose up in disgust.

A frown fell onto Taevlin's features as he registered the figures that were walking towards them.

'Artin!' He shouted in the Drakkons head.

Artin hissed, "I know I know."

Before the sylph could move, he threw the sword he was holding to the ground and fire lit up on his arms.

"No!" Christana shouted as she struggled with a pink haired woman who was wielding a sword.

It was as if Artin had not heard her. He formed a whip using the fire that had formed on his hand. With one strike on their enemy, the enemy would ignite and begin to burn.

The stench of burning skin made bile rise up Lexine's throat. It was even worse than the previous stench. The rest of them had ugly looks on their faces as the stench was worse with them.