Chapter 125: Lord Darko's Gift

"Crap!" Stefan Zimmerman snapped his eyes open. A Scarlet Hand loomed like a sky-wide avalanche, its baleful blaze rolling, its demonic aura surging. It hadn't even reached him yet, but he already felt as if a mountain had been strapped to his back. Whoosh! He glanced at the Night Watcher lying unconscious on the ground, then shot away like a streak of lightning. He had to draw the Scarlet Hand off. Whether he lived was one thing, but if it reached that Night Watcher, the man would die for sure. Stefan...