C312 Enemies Always Cross Paths with Each Other

Inside the inn, a deathly silence prevailed.

The innkeeper and his assistant exchanged uneasy glances, their eyes fixed on the carnage that littered the examination room floor.

The bodies had been savagely torn apart, limbs severed, blood everywhere—a ghastly scene.

"Was it... him?" the innkeeper's voice quivered.

The assistant, paralyzed with fear, sat on the ground