Chapter 183 – My Master, My God
The ground was soaked red.
The air was heavy with death—despair, pain, fear… and blood. You could barely count on two hands the number of people still standing in this battlefield.
More than half of them were dead.
The ones still breathing were either monsters with great talents—or smart enough to betray their faction early.
Because if you betrayed mid-fight? The women showed you no mercy.
None.
They killed, and killed, and killed again.
Noah's faction didn't disappoint either. Their performance had been nothing short of everything he trusted them to be. Especially Eric and Rouge—those two had carved their worth into the battlefield.
Malrik would've been right up there with them… if he stopped being such a simp and actually fought instead of just babysitting Rouge.
A damn heir of Death… simping.
What a fucking disaster.
The Shadowbounds and Bloodhearts had suffered plenty of casualties. But none of them gave a damn.
