The Last Thunder
It was the skinny man from before.
‘What was his name again? Karu, was it?’ the person in the barrel tried to remember.
“Karu, he hasn’t been eating for hours, he should be exhausted by now and can’t use his mana. Take him out,” another voice said, confirming his thought about the man’s name. It was more masculine and huskier.
Karu scoffed and raised his body up, disappearing from sight and leaving his feet seen. “No. This guy is too slippery for me. As agile as I am, I can’t deal with him.”
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