The Man Behind It

Despite having been prepared long in advance, Tales still tensed up when Sakrael appeared.

He had still come after them.

The Execution Knight.

At that moment, he was the greatest threat in the dungeon.

Sakrael did not look well.

The Knight had already looked disheveled, but now his eyes were half-open, half-closed, as though he had been badly injured by the flashbang just moments ago. His once-steady, mountain-like steps now needed the support of both the wall and the weapon in his hand to keep him upright. His right shoulder was wrapped in thick bandages, which had been stained bright red.

But even so, no one dared underestimate him.

Sakrael gritted his teeth, leaned against the wall, and stepped into the storeroom one step at a time.

Like a beast slowly emerging from the darkness.

"No, fuck..." Kuaishang nervously raised his arm crossbow, but before he could fire, Tales grabbed it and forced it down!

"Stay calm."

Tales held Kuaishang's arm tightly and spoke through clenched teeth:

"Not now."

It was not just Tales and Kuaishang. Semir, Belleti, Nai, and the others also looked grim.

"Hahahaha, 'Don't say anything more'?"

Naki came back to himself and let out a bitter laugh.

"No." Naki's expression changed as he swept his gaze over everyone present.

"Everyone here has the right to shut me up."

Naki shakily raised a finger and pointed at the Execution Knight.

"Except you."

"Sakrael."

Sakrael stopped in his tracks.

Already covered in injuries, he stood by the door and looked at Naki, who seemed to have thrown caution to the wind, with confusion and pain. His gaze passed over his former comrades, all of whom were dispirited and utterly dejected.

The cell was silent, with only the painful or hurried breathing of the others remaining.

Sakrael slowly shook