Farewell
After Jason had sliced apart the Burane race's assassin, his entire energy was drained and he coughed out blood.
Neither his aura nor his stigma were glowing anymore and Jason felt weaker than he had ever been.
Even when Jason had not started to accumulate mana inside his mana core and was malnourished, he had been more powerful than he was right now.
His legs were shaking heavily, but Jason forced himself to stand firmly on the ground.
He was unable to see anything clearly because his eyes were blurry, and Jason could barely lift his trembling hand that was drenched with his own blood.
Just like that Artemis emerged from the soul world.
Yet, instead of taking care of Jason, she had grasped the assassin's corpse with her talons to throw him around.
Meanwhile, Jason ignored what Artemis did as he turned towards his masters that looked at him with a faint smile.
Their faces were ashen-pale and blood poured out of their wounds.