297 Disgusted, Discerned Trails

A few moments later…

"Agh!"

A man dressed in leather attire crawled out from a small crater within a partly forested area. Due to having just died, his level had dropped from 50 down to 47, making him ineligible to challenge his Class Advancement until he amassed a suitable amount of EXP points again.

"Damn you, Aatrox!" Despot scowled, pounding the ground with his fist. 

Vielens and Soulless had tasked him with trailing the others to find out where they were heading.

Unfortunately for him, before Despot could accomplish his task, a humongous and unavoidable blood sword zoomed in his direction, claiming his life instantly.

Because of his high Infamy, the Death Penalty he faced was quite harsh. Then again, even though he seethed with rage at the loss of his levels, Despot was at a loss for words regarding his equipment.