Worry

Bathed in dark-red blood with bits of internal organs, and bone shards sticking to his body at odd places, Dilan was standing high above the corpses that littered the ground around him.

Their guts spilled out of the deep wounds Dilan had inflicted, and he stood like a Grim reaper over the corpses, taking in a few deep breaths.

It took him a while to calm down, but when his desire to slaughter a few more opponents had slowly subsided, a slow smile crept up his face.

If he had felt weak and powerless just a day ago, his mindset right now was the complete opposite.

But even then, he couldn't help but look at the dozen zombie corpses that lay on the ground, with two gaping holes left behind by just two bolts of lightning.

'Her active ability is really powerful!' Dilan thought before he looked at Kathrine.

He felt great to have a powerful partner by his side. Oliver and Ailee were not weak, but they still had a lot of catching up to do.