The boy stood in his pool of blood and was shaking, but he was stubbornly unwilling to let go. He tried to wave the sword in his hand, but due to his exhaustion, he could only draw a small fan in front of him.

If the cross cannot be redeemed, it must be protected by sword.

He now holds the sword in his hand and needs to protect those he cares about no matter what.

"I will never let you hurt her!"

The hot waves of fire rushed flat from one side of the warehouse, and the dark room made several loud noises, almost shaking the eardrums.

The powerful shock wave knocked William away, just out of the room from the side of the open iron door, and the dust and gravel hit him in the face.

No...can't sleep...

You can no longer be a cowardly boy...

He held the sword and wanted to move his body, but his limbs and bones seemed to have stopped functioning.

The ghostly figure in black came again. He stood in front of William and looked down at him from a high point.
Chapter completed!