C283 Great God Please Accept Me as Your Disciple!!

Zachary halted mid-stride and swiftly turned back, approaching the thief who lay on the ground, previously writhing in agony, now still and clutching his chest. His complexion was ashen, and he struggled to breathe; the situation looked dire.

Furrowing his brow, Zachary realized he hadn't truly observed the thief's condition before. He squatted down, took the thief's wrist, and checked his pulse