Chapter 172
A lone figure streaked through the streets of Velmora, leaping effortlessly from rooftop to rooftop like a blur of motion. His speed was nothing short of incredible—so much so that pedestrians below stopped to gawk, some even snapping photos. Cheers broke out from a few onlookers, mistaking the figure for a hero on a mission.
But the man they were cheering for had no time for celebration.
"Faster… I have to move faster," Ron muttered through clenched teeth, his face grim and filled with urgency. He didn't spare a glance for the crowd. His eyes were locked on the horizon—toward Serenya, the neighboring city.
Minutes passed, though to Ron they felt like hours. As he approached Serenya's massive entrance, he skidded to a stop, heart dropping.
The city's metallic gates were gone—ripped clean off their hinges like paper—and the ground before them was littered with mangled corpses clad in guild uniforms.
Ron's fists tightened. His eyes darkened.
He entered Serenya.
