Chapitre 167: After All The Chase

There was no blood, no wail of agony that left the moroi when the blade was twisted painfully inside of him. It was as if he didn't feel a thing but Nesrin knew better.

They were numb to most of the pains but any element with hints of light could cause sear pain to spread through the moroi, he was just better at hiding it.

"Do you know him?" Nesrin asked again, her patience was limited. She could not afford to wait longer when so many days have passed and they have been running around in circles.

He yelled something when she let a burst of mana spread through her spear and seeps inside is blood. His incoherent words were laced with pain and they didn't sound very friendly.

"Careful-" Ophelia took a step forward, alert.

Nesrin knelt near his fallen self, the grip on the spear was still strong as she murmured in a low voice.