The shadow fled swiftly.
Though a bit foolish, as the Tool Spirit that had followed Du Wei the longest, surviving up to now demanded some capability.
Even when Minette drew her sword, slashing at it.
The shadow didn't care in the slightest.
When it was time to flee, it fled, never fixated on anything.
After all, its last obsession was murdering Du Wei.
But what was the result...
Its end was only slightly better than that of an envelope.
"Even if you run, what can you do, you've already been locked on by my sword, and you will certainly die," Minette said, distinctly displeased.
She sheathed her sword again.
The others also appeared around them.
Corrine Dowqui and Tory, looking at the arrivals, their eyes brimming with excited tears, said, "Your Excellencies, you've finally come, London... London has completely fallen."
