''What do you mean?'' Jerouch enquired, his voice tinted with sourness that portrayed his annoyance.
His eyes were unmoving as they sized up their targets from head to toe with questioning looks.
''Two S rank warlocks have been chasing me without a break.'' Zephyr gasped for breath, as the wolf finally reached Jerouch's position.
Thum!
Jerouch's heart skipped, almost jumping out of his chest, immediately after he heard Zephyr.
His stomach churned, and his jaw hanged in utter shock. It was as though he heard about the arrival of lord death.
'An S rank warlock?' Jerouch thought in his mind, as different things raced in his head.
He still had a look of disbelief as one could discern from his furrowed brows and his crimson eyes glowed deeper.
'This boy is a fucker.' Jerouch concluded, and with a sharp turn in the opposite direction, he took to his heels.
