chapter 27 A beauty that brings disaster to the country and the people

Leaves are falling.

Running all the way.

The young man ran like a stubborn cow, stepping on grass clippings and fallen leaves. His sleeves were filled with energy, and his umbrella sword cut through two or three big trees blocking the road.

Only by running can the stars burn.

Yves Nixon still had a glimmer of consciousness in his mind.

He really wanted to go back to the small courtyard in Athereal, where Fanny Braddell was still waiting for him.

But...