"That damned woman!"
"She's chased us for so long, and she still won't let us go!"
"Ake, take two squads and meet Father. That woman is hard to deal with. Remember to bring all the heavy weapons, and stay in radio contact." The middle-aged white man looked grim as he gave orders to a tall, powerfully built man in black inside the camp.
The man said little in response. He picked out several young men also dressed in black combat uniforms, slung on assorted weapons, and climbed aboard an all-terrain vehicle before speeding back the way they had come.
More than a hundred kilometers west of Crescent Spring, an all-terrain vehicle raced through the desert, throwing up a twisting, winding trail of dust.
In the back seat, an exhausted-looking middle-aged man with hair half black and half white leaned against his seat, contemplating life. His right hand pressed firmly over the wound where his left arm had been severed at the shoulder. Clutched in his palm, a piece of life ore filled with dark-gold radiance gave off wisps of light, stemming the blood seeping from his left shoulder.
"Father... the radio response said another half hour's drive..."
"How is your injury?" The young white man driving looked anxious, glancing back at the middle-aged man in the rear seat from time to time.
"It's nothing serious. Just a lost arm."
"Steve, just keep heading toward the destination."
"With this miraculous stone, you can survive even with only a breath left in you." Eugene bared his teeth in a savage grin. Recalling the earlier battle, he still felt lingering fear.
The moves that Blood Dragon had used carried a red-gold energy unfamiliar to him.
Every weapon and martial technique brought before her had been destroyed like a child's toy.
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