Rickle started to think of the past, all the things that he had gone through to get to this point. Everything he had done, now with the resurgence of Krad and the infected, would mean it all would have gone to waste. What was the point of planning for the future if what was to occur now would cause it to be destroyed? ’I was a fool, I thought we had already circumvented this path, due to us giving the shadow powers to another, and yet it still comes back to bite us. No matter what, I have to do what I can now to get out of this situation!’ Rickle’s eyes shined brightly, and power started to surge through his entire body. As it exited out, the red aura went around his arm and started to continually attack the shadow around it. It was chopping it away bit by bit until one of his hands was finally free. As it hovered in the air, he swung it down. "Blood Vault!" The red aura exited from his hand, and in front of him, there appeared to be a door in the air. After seeing the door that was made of blood in front of him, he squinted for a moment as he thought about it, but finally came to a decision. "I exchange my sense of taste! Come out!" Rickle pushed his hand through, and as he pulled out, a large black sword was drawn. It was large in size with chains on the bottom that swung down. The sword’s thickness was substantial, and at the very end, the parts of the sword were curved, making it look as if the sword itself had horns. Rumper, seeing the weapon in his hand, was quite surprised as he saw this weapon. "You might not know much about this sword, but I can see that you know its power! Unfortunately, this sword is just an imitation made with my own power, but its origins come from those who even fought against the god of death themselves!" Rickle claimed. "And I will use it to send you back there, and make sure you never come back again!" Swinging the sword in a circular motion, instantly, the shadow was cut. "Although not a Talen, they are not the only ones that can break the thread of destiny. I hope this is enough!" Rickle was free, and the moment he landed on the floor, he kicked off the ground and, with the large weapon, slashed right across the chest of Rumper. There was no hesitation in his actions, nor did he even try to remove the infection from him. It was too dangerous, too much risk, and Rickle had already gone through far too much to get this far. The cut was incredibly deep, and immediately, Rumper fell to the floor. A massive amount of blood poured from his wound, and Rickle knew well that this was the end of Rumper’s life. The shadow started to descend back into his body, and the color began to fade from his eyes. Before he dropped to the floor, Rickle quickly placed the weapon on his back. A strange red substance stuck it to his shirt, like a type of glue holding it in place, and he grabbed hold of Rumper, holding him to the ground. "I’m… sorry, Rickle… I’m sorry," Rumper said, his mouth full of blood. "It’s okay, it’s my fault for getting you involved in all of this," Rickle replied. "You were not a person that was meant to get involved in any of this mess, and I was the one that pulled you in. I know it wasn’t you that wanted to do this." Find exclusive stories on freewebnovel.com "I know it was the shadow that swayed you in your mind. Trust me, I truly know." Rickle, a man who tried to keep his emotions deep within him, felt them resurfacing for him. ’The weapon I have in my possession, it will still be present for a while… there appear to be no traces of the Shadow left on him. Is this the end? Was I able to end the foreseeable future that she witnessed?’ Rickle asked himself. "Your sacrifice has allowed us to save many lives… I just want you to know that," Rickle said. Rumper was staring straight back into Rickle’s eyes, and he started to use what little life he had left to shake his head. "His target… his target… that thing… it was never me…" Rumper answered. "What do you mean?" Rickle asked. "The shadow’s target, what are you talking about?" "The Altered project… he was after…" Before he could finish his sentence, life completely vanished from Rumper, and his heart no longer beat. Maybe Rickle could have saved his life in a few ways, but doing so meant there was a chance of bringing the shadow back, a chance of bringing Krad back, the Dragon of Darkness. "The target wasn’t him, the Altered project…" Standing up, Rickle had a daunting realization. "No, no, if his target is really him!" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦 In the stadium, the fight had seemingly come to an end. The Howlers, the White Rose, and the One Gang members were all staring at the crushed stage, where Harvor’s body laid. Even if he could get up, it was clear he was out of the fight, and Gary had to make a decision as to what to do with Harvor’s body himself. "I can’t… I can’t waste this opportunity," Gary thought as he started to walk over. In the middle of his stride, he saw Harvor lifting a weak hand. It was bloody, bruised, and part of it even looked broken. Yet, staring closely at his fingertips, a small capsule could be seen, its shell completely black, its size only a little bigger than a green pea. "I am the champion…" Harvor murmured to himself. "Stanley said… I deserve everything in this world… to take what I can… I am the champion… And the Champion never loses." Opening his fingers, the black capsule dropped down and went straight into Harvor’s mouth. **** For updates on MWS and future works, please remember to follow me on my social media below. Instagram: jksmanga When news of MVS, MWS, or any other series comes out, you will be able to see it there first, and you can reach out to me. If I’m not too busy, I tend to reply back.