บท 104: The Dead Son

The power of a knight mage’s attack was no joke. Even when he had used Shadow Demon Sword to absorb some of the damage, Arias was still left slightly injured. The blazing Fire had left black scorch marks on his clothes along with several bleeding wounds on his body. Arias looked at the Dark elf who attacked him, his gaze cold and his smile frigid, his face showing no sign of fear. Her power might be superior to him, but he knew she would not be able to kill him that easily. If he really had to escape, he could use Cloud Stride--a technique that he had fully mastered--and she would never be able to catch up with him. But as his eyes fell on the people in his family, Arias realized that running was no longer his option.