"Hey, I finally caught up to you..." The warrior clad in golden armor, his hair melted to his scalp, exclaimed as he finally reached the Drax Forest.
What took Ossa mere minutes had taken him several hours, as the Black Sea was miles away from the Drax Forest—184.6 miles, to be exact.
The muddy gray sun, after doing a poor job of illuminating the day, was about to set. The purple sky was overshadowed by the grayish hue of the setting sun.
"You..." Ossa muttered, sparing him only a glance.
He was no longer his match. Heck, all eight of them were not his match now. His true foe was the dark prince who had prevented him from achieving his goal—his mission.
"Huh, did he just ignore me? How dare you..." The warrior's teeth gritted in rage as he stepped forward, flaunting his aura.
"HEY, MATTHEW, STOP!" a commanding voice sounded behind him, followed by an equally powerful aura, cancelling his own.
