章 1100: Pity, Not Hatred

Dorian saw the battlefield covered in ice shards and realized the resolve his friend had. If his sister were killed, it would be over for all of them, so he hardened his heart and turned toward the blood cloud carrying his sister away.

As they had expected, Dorian saw Marshal chase after the cloud that carried her away. It seemed that Seraphine had ordered the mist to take her as far away as possible, but she could not afford to give this matter any more thought while facing a goddess. Thus, Dorian saw the cloud slowly descend toward the ground, and Marshal saw the same thing.

The father and son rushed toward their last remaining family, but for different reasons. Dorian was filled with rage as he once again thought about the sick intentions his father had toward his sister. If he had known earlier, he would have slit his father's throat in his sleep.