"Young master," Felix cautiously approached, his gaze fixed on the middle-aged man who had entered their midst. The system not only scanned the man's stats but also miraculously uncovered his name.
Felix's appearance was a grim sight to behold, his once pristine skin now tainted by dark discoloration, a testament to the chains that had mercilessly inflicted wounds upon him. Blood dripped from his battered body, a macabre testimony to the fierce battle he had endured. His face, worn and weathered, bore witness to his experiences, revealing the determination that fueled his trained physique.
And yet, despite the disbelief that coursed through him, Felix couldn't deny the truth before his eyes—the nefarious adversary he had fought tooth and nail against had met his demise so easily at the hands of his young master. The lifeless body of his most despised enemy lay motionless on the ground, eyes wide open, lips curved into an unsettling smile that lent an eerie quality to the corpse.
