Five-river Province, Thousand-clouds Mountain.
Pruitt Wilde, holding a huge axe with one hand, sat on a stone.
"Little girl, don't worry." He spoke with his back to Quella Radcliffe, glancing at the sun overhead. "In about an hour, someone will come to pick you up. By then, you'll be safe."
"I can't understand, why take me? And then ensure my safety." Quella Radcliffe wasn't afraid.
Her mind was sharp, and having stayed by Julius Reed's side for so long, her courage and knowledge naturally grew. "Can you tell me why?"
For some reason, when confronting the ancient War God, Quella felt no fear.
"For this matter, you should ask the Master yourself." Pruitt Wilde glanced at his severed arm and shook his head.
"Stay here, and without my orders, don't move around." Pruitt felt the power within him was becoming hard to suppress.
He tossed his phone to Quella and walked to the edge of the cliff, leaping off!
"Hey..."
Quella was startled.
This was an abyss!
