The Rift's Soul Core

CHAPTER 103

Northern failed to think about the aftermath. His visual prowess was undoubtedly a great one but did it come without flaws.

He figured it would certainly have one or two backlash but he didn't just bother himself about it.

Maybe he was too careless about the whole thing or he was just too wrapped up in the moment that he lost himself.

His vision blurred. Feeling his force on his Lance reduce, Koll didn't take any chance.

He twirled the red Lance and plunged it into Northern's stomach, raising him up with it.

Northern coughed out a palette of crimson, the visage of Koll from his point of view was becoming, two, three, four…

The blurriness in his eyes didn't seem to be going away anytime soon.

A small wistful smile curled up Northern's lips, he dispelled his weapon and grabbed on the Lance.