With the mage assassin gone, Sol took off the mask revealing his pale face. His eyes were cold as he kept looking at the lone fleeing figure with a frown.
"Satori!" Sol's eyes flashed with killing intent the face of the only person who uses sound and vibrations crossed his mind.
His eyes were fierce but his body was weak. He could hear the sounds of battle taking place and let out a weak sigh before turning to meet Natasha's gaze.
She was currently the weakest among his subordinates. It wasn't surprising that she almost lost to an heir like Satori.
What left him disturbed was the fact that the witch court elder would send her own son to do her dirty job.
"Protect me properly…. Even if it means using this mask" Sol said before tossing the sealed artifact over to her and staggering back to his bed with a weak look on his face.
... Meanwhile....
