Markham still had one last job to finish after this little performance. It felt like he had stepped onto a road paved with corpses, one he could no longer turn back from, and that crimson name floating above his head made things even clearer. He would probably be stuck with it for the rest of his life.
"You Blade Syndicate little shits," he shouted, laughter rough in his throat. "Grandpa Markham's here!"
He burst out from behind the boulder, the greatsword already halfway free of its scabbard, steel screaming as it came loose.
After taking the fortress, the Blade Syndicate had stationed sentries along every stretch of the wall. Even if Markham had tried to sneak closer, it would have made no difference. The moment he showed himself, eyes locked onto him from all sides.
"Holy shit… it's that 'RapidFortune' asshole!" "This fucker again, he's everywhere…" "Archers! Light him up!" "Don't kill him too fast!"
