Bab 78: Blood

Derrick looked at the defeated Trevor, who was now lifelessly laying on the ground, unable to muster any more strength.

It was a complete and utter defeat.

The necromancer didn't waste time and started questioning him, as Drako's poison made its way into all his organs, slowly but surely killing the spy.

"Who's the Official? How strong is he? What's his specialty?"

Trevor looked at him for a second before madly laughing. The laugh was filled with so much contempt that Derrick had to resist the urge of finishing him off right then and there.

"You're not even qualified to mention his name… I'll sadly not see your despair when he tramples over you and every person you know… You don't even have a chance… The only thing you can do is exile yourself to another Empire and pray that he never finds you"

As he ended his answer, he coughed a mouthful of blood on Derrick's feet, before falling over, dead.