CHAPTER 359
Soon, all twenty monsters were dead, either crushed, sliced open, or both.
Aiden really didn't pay much mind to them. Instead, his gaze remained locked onto the weapon in his hand.
He slowly lowered his eyes to the hammer side of the massive weapon, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
"This kinda looks like Ron's own."
The moment those words left his mouth, the image of a young man flashed through Aiden's mind.
A young man who was bare-chested, carrying a massive Warhammer right at his back, swinging it casually across his neck while wearing that same calm and cool expression he always had.
Ron.
Aiden's smile slowly faded, replaced by a forlorn expression.
He missed him.
He really missed Ron.
But he wasn't the only one who missed him... they all did.
Yet, alas, it was impossible to meet anymore.
After all... Ron was dead now.
