The thunderbolt clashed against the whip.

The Dragon half-blood and Witira were only looking at each other.

Baaaaang! Bang!

The thunderbolt and water whip struck at each other over and over again. There was nobody who could approach them right now.

The Flame Dwarves and Bears had retreated from the moment that the Dragon half-blood appeared.

Archie was standing to the side with his arms crossed, waiting for the right moment to join in. Choi Han roamed the area as he could not break through the tens of thunderbolts. His expression did not look good.

As for Witira, she looked toward the Dragon half-blood who was creating the thunderbolts and started to speak.

�You don�t seem to be normal.�

Witira was standing on the �ground� made by hundreds of black crows. Her eyes did not miss even the smallest of details about her enemies.

�You seem to be hurt.�

The Dragon half-blood could not say anything to Witira.

His expression started to turn cold.

Hurt.

Yes, he was still hurt.

It happened during the battle at the Caro Kingdom. The injury from the thunderbolt that had pierced through his stomach was still there.

His dry finger brushed by his stomach.

Cale Henituse.

He had thought that bastard was a Dragon half-blood like him. That was why he didn�t report it to that damn white star or boss or whatever he wants to be called.

An injury like this would have instantly been healed if he had reported it to that bastard.

However, he had chosen not to erase the remains.

It was because he wanted that Dragon half-blood to come to find him again.

He wanted to keep someone just like him alive and see him over and over again.

But that wasn�t the case.

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