Pain!
Heart-wrenching, suffocating agony!
Blake Algernon lay on the ground, quietly looking up at the sky.
The night was just beginning to fall, and stars were starting to twinkle overhead.
The air still carried the scent of gunpowder from Rat Town.
It had been a full two hours since he nearly had an arrow pierce his heart.
Blake Algernon did not die.
The arrow had missed his heart by just half a centimeter.
That meant, had Blake Algernon dodged even slightly off, he would be a corpse by now.
Fortunately, his life was spared.
He was a general, as well as a Grandmaster-level expert.
In the City Lord's Mansion, there were no idlers.
Although he had lost some blood and broken a bone.
Blake Algernon managed to stem the bleeding, then laid there playing dead for two hours.
Only when he was certain no one was around did he dare to open his eyes.
Having narrowly escaped death, he cherished his life all the more.
Blake Algernon turned his head and saw corpses everywhere.
