472 Trouble Ahead

The Assassin was getting closer behind them. Six hundred feet, 500 feet, 400 feet—the distance between them began to shrink.

He had taken severe damage to his abdomen from the enemy, who was also a Level-9 Warrior like him. Only death awaited both him and Princess Annie if he were to go up against such an adversary head-on.

He ran through the woods, looking left and right frantically for a safe place to hide themselves.

Huge globs of fresh blood flowed out from the open wound and spattered on the ground. Kanorse felt himself growing weaker by the minute. Suddenly, he heard Annie's weak voice from his arms.

"Kanorse, leave me... I... can't go on. Take... the letter, go north, give it to Link."

Annie's hand was dripping with fresh blood, which had also stained the letter itself. Her face was deathly pale at this point, and her eyes were noticeably dilated. Kanorse began to panic at the sight of this.