Werther held Intent Blood and began tracking the owner of the bloodstain.
Guided by Intent Blood, he soon found a second pool of blood. This one was larger, enough to tell him his enemy was badly hurt.
His enemy must have been the sort with powerful attacks but a fragile body. One punch from Werther had left her seriously wounded.
The blood gave Werther confidence that he could kill the assassin himself. She had nearly killed him. This was a matter of life and death, and he would not let it go.
Before long, Werther found another pool of blood. Someone had clearly tried to conceal it, but it could not escape his senses.
She's realized I'm tracking her. I must be getting close. An enemy who could hide her presence almost completely had to die. Otherwise, he would never rest easy.
If she went after Tuski or Anita, the consequences would be unthinkable.
At that thought, Werther's gaze turned colder, and he quickened his pace.
Ada was fleeing for her life. She had lost all feeling where Werther had punched her, but she had no time to worry about it. Her enemy was right behind her.
How? How is he following me? He must have some way to track me. Otherwise, he couldn't have stayed on my heels through every turn I've taken in Dressrosa's streets. This can't be a coincidence.
Worse, she was badly wounded. She wanted to cough up the blood pooling inside her; it made her chest feel tight. But Ada did not dare. It would give away her position even more clearly.
Ada was growing desperate. If this went on, Werther might not need to lift a finger. Her wounds could kill her first.
Two hours later.
Blade in hand, Werther was still pursuing