Leader Of The Coven

"Haa… haaa…"

Neron panted heavily as he struggled to take a good look around him.

His blurry vision could barely piece together the silhouettes that slithered in the darkness, and the pain all over his body did not help matters.

'I can sense about twenty of them. They all have Blood Stones…'

He didn't have enough Mana to generate any attack, and his body was in too bad a condition to run.

For the first time in his life, Neron felt truly helpless.

"T-this kid… don't tell me he killed Lord Kissel."

"How is that even possible?"

"Are we even a match for him? Can we capture him without Lord Kissel?"

"You fool! He's all beat up! Of course we can."

As the words of the respective Mages of the Coven whispered words to themselves, they advanced closer to Neron.

'N-no! Stay back! Stay back!' His thoughts screamed.

Unfortunately, they didn't even hear him, talkless of paying him any heed.