Anthony touched his cheek as he spoke, gently caressing the hideous scar.
"Then it was him.
He was a Demon Hunter named Michael, engulfed in a blazing fire. The light was so intense that we couldn't see him clearly at all. We could only shoot in the direction of the light, shooting repeatedly, using Holy Silver and human lives to hinder his advance."
Listening to Anthony's words, Samuel almost held his breath.
Probably Anthony hadn't noticed either, but a look that Samuel had never seen before appeared on his face.
In most people's impressions, Anthony was always that cold; just like the new Pope, his face was covered by a cold mask, as if nothing could penetrate his heart.
But now Anthony's gaze was bewildered like never before, like a lost lamb waiting for a guiding light to come.
"We couldn't stop him. He eventually broke through the defense line, melting a large hole in the iron-cast gates with ease. He escaped with a few injured Demon Hunters.
