For everyone caught in the chaos today, everything that happened was absolutely terrible, and Jia Meng was no exception.
First, a series of severe injuries, then the entry of the Order Bureau, and now the appearance of Gray.
If it weren't for the agonizing pain in his abdomen that almost made Jia Meng faint, he would've thought the man before him was just an illusory phantom.
Regrettably, this wasn't a hallucination but an undeniable reality.
Gray hadn't died on that stormy night; he was alive, filled with the vengeful flames, sworn to dismember the man before him.
"How do you feel, Captain!"
Gray laughed as he unleashed his sword, the blinding Alchemy Matrix entwined around his arm; as a Condenser from the Origin School, each of Gray's strikes carried Ethereal Amplification, his blade heavy as if cast from a thousand pounds of steel.
