Adam stood victorious, bathed in the light of the twin moons. Blood dripped from practically every part of his body, yet there was a sharp glint in his eyes.
It's finally over…
He had carefully planned the entire event. Furthermore, he had a feeling that the Rank 3 Magus running the cult's operations would attack him tonight. Call it instincts, if you will.
That's why he had pretended to run out of mana after Duskfall Masquerade, giving enough confidence to his attacker.
But who would have thought? He would actually deem me as a threat to the cult?
Adam glanced at the lifeless body of Olin. He admired the man for having the foresight. Olin was a very cautious man. However, in the end, it was his arrogance that led to his downfall.
All the enemies that Adam faced in his life looked down upon him because he was weaker than them. This allowed him to turn the tables on them.
He was once again reminded never to underestimate an enemy—even if they were a mortal!
