The End

Richard’s army continued to move like clockwork, sticking to their schedule so religiously that it almost seemed like he was afraid that his enemies wouldn’t be able to track him down.

Macy grew restless after three days of peace, riding up to his side and asking, “Is this your Blood Path? Where are the soldiers that are supposed to intercept us?”

“I told you, we won’t be fighting until we reach Faust,” Richard replied.

“Don’t they want any glory at all? How are you so sure that no one will try to stop you?”

The corners of his lips twitched and formed a smile, “I obviously can’t guarantee that there aren’t any fools, but those that do come will never return.”

He spoke in a soft tone, but Macy suddenly shivered. Her breath seemed to catch in her throat as a strange sense of fear overcame her. She suddenly realised that he had changed drastically...