Sorry, Too Late
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By the time Cain arrived with his men, Alistair was already dead.
A young man dressed in black stood beside the corpse, his face cold and expressionless, carrying an eerie aura. And judging by the fresh blood staining his hands, he had killed Alistair.
"You…" When Cain finally realized who he was looking at, his eyes widened in shock, for it was Zeke. 'It's only been a few days… How did he become this strong too?'
And when he saw the faint smile hanging on Zeke's lips, Cain nearly lost his mind.