Kapitel 119: Drifting in the Night

A shrill scream sounded in the underground room as Zeph pulled out the dagger from the stomach of Mosul. Along with blood came flesh and tore blood vessels, increasing the severity of the wound.

Zeph channeled his energy to burn off the matter on the blade. He ignored the aching Mosul as he bent down to pick up his mask.

"Ouch...ouch...You...kill me. Why are you torturing me?"

The staggeringly walking Zeph around the room looking for his daggers. Now when Adrenaline has worn off his whole body is aching including his injuries and broken bones.

"Huh, Go heal yourself. You have to help me with something. Then we will see about your….death."

Mosul was confused by his demeanor when he was here, he had a murder in his eye but now he was acting like a calm man. He wanted to ask what problem he was facing but was probably not even eligible to ask as he himself was part of an organization he loathed so much.