"Lothur?" Rebecca asked as she looked strangely at that person who seemed to be close to his death.
Even with a totally different appearance, Lothur's voice was still unmistakable to her.
Lothur looked at her and nodded, indicating that it was himself, after all.
The men in the surrounding area heard this but had no time to pay attention to such a thing. The fact that Lothur was there was something shocking to them, which indicated that something wrong had happened in Arno's faction.
"Half-breed, where is Arno? How did you get here?" The leader of that faction questioned as he circulated his energies.
Lothur looked at those people and laughed maliciously. "He is dead."
After speaking this, he made a golden armor appear over his body, taunting the people in the surrounding area with the Soul Bone previously belonging to Arno.
"Bastard!"
"Impossible! How did he do it?"
