"Dammit! You beasts! You bastards!"
The young nobleman gritted his teeth against the searing pain all over his body, steadying himself on a tree trunk as he staggered onward.
Blood oozed from his wounds and his mind began to fog, but rage alone kept him moving.
'How could so many Demons suddenly appear near the manor? Were those Guards all sleeping on the job?'
He cursed under his breath, his voice trembling with pain.
'When I get back... no, wait...'
Dalko shook his woozy head, struggling to stay conscious.
'I have to get them to rescue Roland first... I can settle the score with them later!'
Dragging his feet, he finally reached the edge of the forest.
He was about to cry for help when he caught a bizarre scent in the air—a mixture of roasting meat and blood.
After the life-or-death battle he had just endured, Dalko's instincts immediately put him on high alert.
Fighting off a wave of dizziness, he crouched low and peered cautiously out from the trees.
