Corrupted
Pausing, Zadicus took a step back, turning to them with a dead expression, shifting towards north, he grazed his sword against the grass.
He began to walk there and started sprinting to catch the culprit who managed to give them a fairly hard time by his nagging but once his cover was blown. He was useless.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Cursing, he tried to run away but the moment he turned his back to leave, Crimson Malevolence was over his throat.
A man with long rough and wavy hair with a strong buildup, dressed roughly over a torn jacket was there. Showing he is not in a good condition.