The resurrected Knight Riven and Camelot advanced step by step toward the trembling Madam Connie.
"Why? My dear Riven, why... I'm your mother. Don't you recognize me anymore..." Madam Connie's eyes brimmed with grief and vacancy as she looked at the once familiar, dearly loved face, now twisted into something strange and venomous.
Why was this happening?
When Knight Riven stood before Madam Connie and raised his knight's longsword high, the cold gleam of the blade filled her heart with despair.
Just as the knight's sword was about to fall, the rustle of fallen leaves being crushed sounded from nearby.
Knight Riven and Camelot whipped their heads around toward the forest shrouded in darkness. Amid the faint rustling, a bobcat as large as a small leopard leaped out from the trees. It warily glanced at Knight Riven and Camelot, arched its back, bristled its fur, and let out a growl from its throat.
Camelot snorted coldly and turned her pitch-black eyes upon it.
The moment it met those eyes, the cat that had been putting on a show of fury immediately cowered. With a shrill meow, it fled into the depths of the forest.
Camelot and Knight Riven did not pursue it. They intended to kill Madam Connie first.
Yet when they turned back, they discovered that Madam Connie had vanished from the ground.
Camelot flew into a rage, but Knight Riven showed no emotion. Instead, he pointed at the trail of blood on the ground. Madam Connie was badly wounded, and it would be difficult for her to stop the bleeding in a short time. As long as they followed the blood trail, they would surely find her.
Camelot and Knight Riven exchanged glances and nodded. They kicked off the ground and raced forward, melting into the darkness and