Decision 279_1

Shit!

Howen pulled his long knife from the enemy's chest, and scorching blood splashed all over his face.

Pant——pant——

He was gasping heavily, hunched over by hunger-induced abdominal cramps. His vision was blurred by fluid, either blood or sweat, rendering his surroundings unclear.

The fight was too sudden and inexplicable.

Howen had thought he could finally escape being a prisoner, but what awaited him was not an acceptance from the allies, but an attack!

He couldn't understand why the Menam family would want to kill them.

But he was just a nobody, incapable of understanding or changing the situation. When enemies swarmed in like a tide, all he could do was unsheathe his knife and fight back.

Long-term malnutrition as a captive had left Howen without much strength. His arms felt so leaden that it was impossible to raise them.