Chapter 42 - The Kill (2/2)

I wanted to fight back. To hell with it all. First, my friend died. Then, I wandered from hell and back. Now, the person I looked up to betrays me. To hell with it all. Anger coursed through my body, sending my blood into a rolling boil.

I clutched the hilt of my sword, trembling, tingling. Loki's curse coursed through my sword, making it glow red with energy. I would kill them all, no matter what. With this, we entered the apocalyptic scene.

”The Hunter got away again. Shit.” Savah shouted into the air in frustration.

Persephone, out of breath, panted ”That… was… him?”

Savah nodded, ”The bastard got one of my men.”

”We need to kill him.” I bluntly stated.

Persephone turned towards me, an eyebrow raised, ”How?”

”I don't know. Savah, do your future seeing thing.”

”You aren't going to like what I am going to say.”

”Spit it out.” I cried out in annoyance.

”His next target is you, Persephone.” The words were grave and heavy. There was a sense of impending doom.

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I slipped away, entering the hideout of the hideout. I let out a sigh of relief. Rubbing an ugly bruise from a stone fragment, I entered down the cell area. Mordred was there drawing away. I was concerned, he was unraveling. Would this happen to Emmyth too?