บท 399: The Chaotic Monument Of Will

"Take him, take him, and go..." The masculine voice boomed out to him from the darkness as his heart began racing in his chest

"May I be cursed for eternity if I did not fight beside you, my lord..."

"No, Yamara. Take him away, away to a faraway place. That will be more blessed to me than if you fight a thousand battles by my side..." The Masculine voice boomed out once again, and Zeras could hear it, the sound of muffled subs and nails digging into flesh.

"How many times have fought on battles together, how many drinks have we had, how many stabs have we gotten..."

"There is no number that can count them all, My lord..."

"And we had no weakness at all. But now I have a weakness and that is him. With him here, I won't be able to go all out. You have to bring him to safety..." The masculine voice said out loud.

"Then, I promise this with my life, not a single hair, not even a single hair on his head will be harmed..."