Alex wanted to ask Angel about the situation, but he didn't dare make a sound at that moment, fearing that it would attract the murderer's attention. He could only continue to look through the crack between the stones.
As the scent of blood in the wind grew stronger, it indicated that Mrs. Connie was getting closer to Alex's hiding place.
The closer it got to this moment, the calmer Alex felt. He didn't let out a single breath, like a wolf hunting in the night, silently stalking the source of the blood.
A flash of light!
When the lantern light suddenly flared up nearby, Alex's pupils constricted, and he finally saw the assailant chasing Mrs. Connie.
But when Alex saw who it was, his mind exploded with shock.
Why was it him? How could it be him?!
Mrs. Connie was now only about twenty meters away from where Alex was hiding, due to the undulating terrain, she hadn't thought to run towards Alex's direction; instead, she was running quickly down the slope.
In the faint light of the lantern that Mrs. Connie was struggling to hold, along with the weak moonlight, it was clear that her left hand, from the elbow down, had completely vanished. The rich smell of blood in the wind was emanating from there.
Mrs. Connie continued to gasp for breath, the pursuer behind her getting closer and closer, fear evident on her face.
Suddenly, Mrs. Connie slipped, falling to the ground, and the lantern she was holding described an arc through the air before falling.
When the lantern hit the ground, the feeble flame illuminated a pair of feet.
The pursuer was clearly behind her, how could there be another pair of feet in front? In her panic, Mrs. Connie looked up only to see the feet belonged to a shapely woman with a face twisted in malice.
“Is, is it you… how could it be?” Mrs. Connie trembled as she looked at the woman.
Meanwhile, behind her, the pursuer also stepped into the light.
He was a man nearing two meters in height, clad in dark bronze armor, a knight's sword at his belt, though now only the scabbard remained– the blade was in his hand.
The man's features should have been handsome, but unfortunately, like the newly appeared woman, his face was twisted with spite and cruelty.
As the man with the knight's sword drew nearer step by step, Mrs. Connie kept crying.
“Raven, Raven… it's Mama, don't you recognize Mama?”
Mrs. Connie's words caused Angel, who was watching from a distance, to raise an eyebrow, glancing at Alex. Alex nodded slightly at him, confirming the man's identity.
This pursuer was none other than the recently tragically deceased Knight Raven! He was also Mrs. Connie's only son!
Mrs. Connie now lay on the ground, unable to move, watching in horror as her once-dead son slowly approached her.
On the other side, the newly appeared woman was also moving closer to Mrs. Connie, exuding a thick malice.
Mrs. Connie felt the world had become so strange. Why had her dead son come back to life, no longer recognizing her, intent on killing her? This Camelot, hadn't she died a year ago, why was she still here?
And just now, as she was about to go forward, why did she hit a wall? Clearly, it was open space in front of her…
Why had the world suddenly become so alien?