Chapter 75: First the Madman, Then Matthew Santee

The woods beyond the city walls reeked of killing intent. Benson Santee held a golden spear in one hand as he walked straight toward Matthew Santee. Matthew lay sprawled in the dirt, wretched and blood-smeared. Shock and panic had hollowed out his face. He never would have imagined things could flip so violently, so fast. Moments ago, he had been swearing up and down, raging, promising to tear Benson apart piece by piece. In the blink of an eye, he was the one bleeding on the ground. "You don't...