Chapter 115: Quick Draw
Inside the chaotic little chapel. Two Second-Rank supernatural individuals, covered in bloodstains and looking disheveled, stared in shock and suspicion at the figure flying towards them.
"Who are you? Was it you who killed Charlotte?"
Byron had no interest in chatting with the dead. As long as he killed these last two Second-Rank individuals, the information in their minds would all be his. The only response they received was a low murmur: "Winter is coming"
The artifact sword rang as it was unsheathed. Raising the sword above his head, Byron swung a swift and fierce slash towards the Famine Hunter, who was standing closer. And unlike before, this time, before the sword even touched his body, the cold sword wind wrapped around the frosty blade had already cut off a strand of his disheveled hair.