บท 342: Rotten Drive

Finally snapping back into reality, Jae-Seong drew his eyes away from his fallen companion and turned around at the sound of Sicarius' rugged, pained breathing as his quivering eyes widened further as if seeing a ghost. 

"Sicarius…?" 

He couldn't so much as see the imposing Marquis in his state; Jae-Seong's eyes solely focused on the man who looked resigned for life already. 

"Hey, kid...I messed up. This isn't on you. Don't go thinking that, alright? Think of it as my last request...or something like that." 

Sicarius' words were little more than shallow breaths as his eyes were already glazed over with the veil of death; his skin began to peel, withering away into particles carried by the wind as he manually inhaled and exhaled. 

"Why…?"

"Huh? I don't know. I guess even cold-blooded killers have some human left in them. Anyway...I need you to stand up, Jae-Seong."