Chapter 377: Faking Death to Slip Away

Hrk! Outside Pinehold Town! Dante Easton crashed into a dense stretch of woodland. Towering trees hemmed him in, their branches choking out the light. Snow lay thick on the ground. He spat a mouthful of heavy, dark blood. It splashed across the white snow, and the blood seeping from his wounds slowly dyed the surrounding drifts a vicious red. "That was close…" he rasped, more to himself than anyone, feeling his blood and breath churn violently inside him. This fight had nearly torn him apart....