Rashar cautiously avoided the beams of the setting sun.
Here, Landry was unlikely to catch up with him.
His face was hidden in the shadows of his hood, with only a pair of blood-red eyes exposed, burning with the flames of vengeance.
"I will scour every corner of the Cerryti Empire, even if I have to dig three feet into the ground, I will drag you out, you cunning professor, and let you taste a fate worse than death..."
Duke Rashar gritted his teeth, listening to the chime of the five o'clock bell.
He would stop at nothing, rally the forces of half of the empire's War Gods, to hunt down the culprit that drove him to the brink.
Professor Landry, the ghost of Lankros, must be annihilated.
