The men sent out by Prince Damien of Southlyn searched every tent, but couldn't find any trace of Serena. Instantly, they realized something serious had happened.
He wasn't stupid; with a quick turn of thought, he guessed where Serena had gone. Without even stopping to inform Prince Damien, he dashed toward the cliff's edge.
"I underestimated that damn woman." The freak's eyeballs bulged outward, half his nose missing—not cut off, but never formed at all. When he spoke, his eyes looked ready to pop out of their sockets.
The mountain was vast, and under normal circumstances, it wouldn't be easy for this freak to find Serena. But by sheer bad luck, he happened to pick the exact direction where Serena was returning with the Black Riders.
The freak saw the situation turn against him and tried to run, but Serena wouldn't give him the chance—she raised her gun and fired.
Bang—a shot hit him in the calf.
"Ah—!" The man screamed and collapsed to the ground. Serena waved her hand: "Kill him."
"Yes." The Black Riders stepped forward, raised their blades, and severed his head.
The gunshot rang out. In the distance, both Prince Nolan and Prince Damien smiled—Nolan, because his Black Riders had finally arrived; Damien, because he had finally located Serena.
At the same time, Prince Nolan switched from defense to offense, his fierce attacks catching Damien off guard. In quick succession, he slashed Damien several times, forcing him into a desperate retreat. Alarmed, Damien's mind raced, trying to figure out what had changed in Nolan.