There comes a time a man fights against an army. There also comes a time when a man should just focus his efforts on escaping.
"You-. You planned this from the start?" Clive asked in horror. Beads of sweat dripped from his bald head and immediately froze as it touched the frozen ground.
"But of course, as a leader, you're still far behind me, kid."
"I know, hag. That's why I kept you tied up here."
But that was the end of their charades. Balding-Man had to escape instead of just neutralizing his aggressors. If it were people from Grave Robbers aiming for him, he could just kill them and call it a day. However, it was his guildmates who were coming for him instead.
Shatter!
The ice that gripped his feet broke into tiny fragments and he jumped away from the scene.
