Gruding stood stiffly on the balcony, watching the scattered torches converge in the darkness. Ever since hearing that damn Viscount Gangsiting had returned once more, he had felt both regret and fear. He regretted not heeding his confidant's advice to forcibly detain the opponent earlier that afternoon, but he hesitated and missed the opportunity.
But more than regret, he was filled with fear. Although he knew clearly that Madara's generals were inside the city and that those Bone Skeletons would never allow him to die here, he still instinctively felt a kind of fear gripping his heart.
It was like a sharp sword hanging high, with a chill that could be felt from above.
Involuntarily, he touched the wound on his cheek. Although he tried to maintain calm on the surface, his heart was cold. He kept thinking of the cold look in Brand's eyes and the chilling words he left behind:
"I'll let you live for now, but next time, your head is mine."
