“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”
Cleo stood on the ground. Black horns of dark mana grew on top of his forehead and, mist like wings grew on his back. His eyes are deep crimson red in color, covered in a darkness deeper than night. His weapon is engulfed in this same darkness. A bow filled with the malevolent mana which has an arrow of the same element already loaded.
“You sure did a number on our assassins.” Azed calmly said as he looked at the scene.
None of the assassins have been left alive. All of them have a hole on the vital points of their bodies. Specifically, on their foreheads and on their chests. These having arrows right on top of them which was enough for the corrupted knights to know who is responsible for it.
“To think that you also use the powers of our queen
