Chapter Sixty-Three

I was rooted on the spot. I stared at the man who's bald and was holding his greatsword with one hand, letting it rest on his shoulder.

Why is he asking us!? I was confused and dizzy from all the running.

"You won't answer?"

Then, if he's asking ask us if we part of the Gardener's...

My eyes widen in shock I finally realized something.

That only means he's a heretic! I wasn't sure because it looks like a warrior because of what it's wearing, more like an adventurer warrior because of his leather armor.

'Also watch out!'

I suddenly heard Droon shouting inside my head, and in a blur motion Zen who was beside me was now in front.

"Run!" Zen shouted as he blocked the incoming attack from the big guy. As if time slowed down, everything went into slow motion. The dead night was still silent, and no sounds could be heard when the greatsword clashed with the steel sword.

Clang!

“Ugh!” Zen groaned as he tried to block it.

I was taken back by the impact and was slightly pushed back.

“Damn!” I c