A determination!
"Huff…huff…"
Michel who ran without looking back from the dungeon stopped in front of the nearest city.
His body was at the limit, even standing still seemed very hard for him.
Ding!
[You are exhausted beyond the physical limit! It is advised to rest!]
Even the system was asking him to rest as his body was in no shape do anything.
The people who were passing by instantly distanced themselves from him!
I mean who would walk near a person who was fully covered in blood and ask, 'Good day, the weather is great, isn't it?'
But that was the least of Michel's concerns now.
"Damn it….!!"
Instead of relief that he just narrowly escaped death, his face was filled with anger.
His face was distorted in rage and he looked like he would kill anyone if they even dared to look at him now.
Michel was burning in fury, it was because he, the Heir of the Crazy Necromancer was forced to run away without being able to even retaliate.