บท 80: The sword hero vs The scythe hero II

Aiko raised her gaze, locking eyes with Quin, the glimmering edge of her sword still casting an eerie glow. Her voice carried an air of urgency and determination as she repeated her question, "Where is he…?".

Sensing the escalating tension, Bali interjected, his voice filled with a plea for reason. "Aiko, please, calm yourself. Let us find a way to resolve this, the king will most likely help".

Quin's expression contorted with disdain, his voice dripping with malice. "She's clearly lost her sanity, Bali. We never needed her in the first place," he sneered, a sinister smile etching its way across his face. The wound on his neck, once visible evidence of his vulnerability, began to heal, adding an eerie element to his transformation.

Bali's eyes narrowed, his tone firm and resolute. "You misunderstand, Quin," he asserted. "I stand by her side. What we did… was wrong, I have to apologize to the kid".