A Pathetic Death

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Lord Eastgrain woke up in the middle of Sylph and Celica's fight and felt completely afraid. The elven woman protecting him was almost unconscious, and the two demons at his side made him recoil. He suddenly recalled he had been brought down to his knees by these powerful people, and that he had even cried due to his own regrets and foolishness. But right now, his top priority was surviving.

Out of pure panic, the man ran away outside the barrier, without Faylen being able to do much, as she was already too weak to even move. He ran and ran more, without looking back. He evaded large monsters that ignored his small size, and continued running, aiming to escape the city itself and somehow survive somewhere else.

"This entire place's doomed now! I cannot stay here; I have to run… RUN!" He cried, looking behind for a split of a second, and seeing that blue haired half-demon girl fighting Sylph.