Deadlock

Sakrael's sudden appearance shattered the balance of the battlefield, catching everyone off guard.

Fuse's brows furrowed deeply, the assassins' eyes darting uncertainly, while Yordel remained silent.

But to Tales, this was by far the greatest surprise he had encountered today.

"Sakrael, uh, sir..." Tales endured the waves of blood and foul odors coming from Sakrael and paid no attention to his current condition. "Do you understand the situation we're facing? They are..."

"Ah."

Sakrael let out a soft grunt and shook his head, shifting his attention from his aching left hand to the person before him.

"Shadow Shield," Execution Knight said slowly, his tone gloomy.

"Truly unforgettable."

The instant Sakrael shook his head, his fringe parted to either side, and Fuse finally saw the brand on his forehead.

In that moment, Fuse's expression turned terribly ugly.

He suddenly realized who this man was.

"Damn."

The assassin leader muttered, signaling his subordinates to slowly retreat. Yordel was forced to move with them, still bound by their chains.

Remembering his former identity and fame, Fuse grew increasingly tense and wary.

What terrible luck.

He secretly glanced at Tales.

By contrast, Tales' spirits lifted, grateful for this stroke of luck. "Then you..."

But Sakrael suddenly shuddered violently!

As if suffering torment, he abruptly lowered his head, covered his face in pain, and trembled all over.

"Ahhh, enough!"

Sakrael glared viciously at an empty corner beside him and said irritably, "I know what I have to do!"

Tales jumped.

Execution Knight panted hurriedly, staring solemnly at the corner.

As if someone really was there.

Talking to him.

"I'll try to... be more careful and cherish my limited time outside prison... Damn, I'm hungry." The veins on the back of Sakrael's hand bulged as he covered his forehead. Gritting his teeth, he communicated with the