Chapter 211: One Below the Sovereign

"Three-Corpse Five-Poison Powder?" Brock Yale smiled faintly. "The name sure sounds scary." "Too bad the poison doesn't live up to it." "You…" Azrael Gilholm stared at Brock Yale, and the last of his hope collapsed into raw despair. "What are you, exactly? Are you even human?" Brock Yale couldn't be bothered to answer. "Enough. Time to send you on your way." He lifted a hand, but a harsh shout cut in from outside the door. "Stop! You can't kill him!" Swish! Everyone froze and turned as one toward...