Chapter 288 Remember What I Am

• I whipped sideways and slapped the flat side of his sword before stabbing my own through the side of him. Sliding it in just above the makeshift leather armor and running it through his armpit until it was fully embedded in his chest. Splitting his heart as easily as a loaf of bread.
• The thugs had poor clothes and poor armor, but their few weapons were well tended.
• I watched him collapse as I withdrew my blade.