Bab 128: Fate of the Fist Faction

"I… How could I...? Die by your hands…" Azrath haltingly said. His eyes were filled with unwillingness. This was a result that he had never imagined at the start of the battle.

But, no matter what, the final outcome was decided. Azrath's eyes finally dimmed. His two hands no longer had strength. Then Leo put the Amorith sword away, and the body came crashing down.

At this moment, there were a few footsteps. It was Russell, Draven, and Freya who had returned.

The three had just returned here. They saw Leo take out his long sword from Azrath's body. Their eyes were full of surprise, not understanding, and shock.

Previously, the flame striped tiger had charged over to here. Under Leo's command, the three of them had already quickly run away, but they hadn't gone too far, always waiting in the distance to check on Leo's situation over here.