Winton ran as fast as he could and from time to time, he would turn his head to look behind him, staring at the floating figure that was surrounded by a strange bloody mist.
Looking at this figure, Winton unconsciously clenched his fists, his nails piercing through his palm and causing blood to flow out.
However, Winton didn't care about this at all.
In his mind, the image of his mother's last moments remained and he the loud booming sound was still on his mind, followed by the image of his mother exploding and turning into a bloody mist that rushed to the sky.
Now, seeing this bloody mist being absorbed by the blurry figure, Winton was filled with hatred and murderous intent.
"Why? Why didn't I work hard to become a Warrior? It's all my fault!", he thought, blaming himself for his mother's death.
After all, Winton knew very well that if it were not for him, his mother would have been able to escape and she would still be alive.
