Nero was running through the empty streets as fast as he could, but due to the injuries he had received in the previous battle, his speed wasn't all that great. He was barely faster than a regular person in his current condition.
Nero who was running with all his might smiled dryly at his current situation. He who held a grand dream of reviving the greatness of the demon race was now looking so pathetic. He had betrayed a lot of people and sacrificed everything from his past, he did all this just to fulfill his dream. Yet now he was running away like a beaten dog.
As Nero was trying to navigate his way through the empty streets towards the tavern known as the Lonely Cat, he heard the sound of wolves howling. Nero looked back and saw shadowy wolves following him.
