บท 488: Inquisitor Massacre

Faced with this reversal, Kagarim's resolute gaze, which had not wavered once during the fight, brightened up with a sort of cynical elation. The mocking and haughty glance he threw at his former comrade and now enemy Imaev was exceedingly eloquent.

As for Imaev and Qizor, the Inquisitor Specter, there was a profound pang of shock on their faces. This murder was far too devastating!

"Who are you?" Imaev, a.k.a. Ethlando, cautiously asked with a grim and constipated look on his face.

Stupid question. Before he even finished his sentence, he recalled the details of their number one target. The only reason he hadn't made the connection was because he had never considered the possibility that this one would willingly embrace danger. And with such a swagger to boot!