Thanh Van cursed in his heart at how lucky this little shit was.
Thanh Van would not be met with such courtesy.
A wave of nauseating fear rolled over Thanh Van and he lowered his gaze. THe hollow eyes of the bird skull had turned on him.
The towering plague doctor peered down at him, silent. The walking stick rested under the NPC's palm, the pillowing smoke pillars behind it framing the scene in chaos.
Under the looming death, Thanh Van faintly registered one thing.
It was time to run.
Thanh Van's body was on full alert. His nails clawed at Kruger's shoulders, but the blood loss was making him woozy.
The wound over his thigh was only starting to stitch back in place, and all his strength had bled out along with the blood.
Still, he pushed on. Working with pure fear and the will to not die this easily.
