"Leader!"
Aragon and the other members of the Rebel Dragon Army watched as their leader, Griffith, walked out of the oil painting door, their expressions filled with concern.
Leonard Churchill frowned as he watched.
Not only was Griffith spitting blood, but her condition was also extremely strange.
She looked like a character stepped out of a black and white movie, her entire body now devoid of color. A mouthful of black blood spilled out, visibly diminishing her vitality.
Leonard knew she was a card master of the "Painter" Sequence, and her condition seemed like a case of transcendental powers going awry.
However, what puzzled him more was that this Ninth Rank card master, who should stand at the pinnacle of humanity, could be injured like this?
And so severely at that.
Griffith gestured with her hand that she was alright.
She glanced at Leonard, nodding slightly as a sign.
