Capítulo 635: Genuine Menfolk

Holy Sword—Star Mark.

The card spun above Rhode's palm. He shut his eyes and the quiet room had as though vanished into nothingness. The warm fireplace drifted away and an ice-cold breeze blew in its place. A collision of weapons could be heard from the distance and it slowly became louder and clearer to his ears. The solid ground beneath his feet turned into muddy water while the air was filled with the putrid smell of sulfur and blood…

Clink!

Rhode opened his eyes wide. The illusion around him disappeared abruptly. The cold touch of the solid, flat ground beneath his feet returned and the crackling firewood engulfed him in warmth once again. The sky gradually darkened and the snowfall became heavier.

I failed again.