The Masked Man 2

I looked at the one in front of me as he shuddered and trembled while leading me through the path I already knew.

My towering gait viewed him to be no more than a rat who was desperate for survival, yet still plagued by guilt.

'He abandons his friends, but now wants to rescue them? Pfft… what a joke.' I mused as we moved quickly.

Well, of course, the man kept teleporting with his Gift, but I had no problem keeping up, with my speed.

"T-thank you once a-again for helping! I truly appreciate this!" The man—Peter—said with a grateful and desperate tone.

I chose to remain silent and simply nodded. It was a bother to waste time and energy speaking to such a fellow. There was really no merit whatsoever.

Besides, was I really doing anything deserving of thanks?

'Your team got put in this condition because of your carelessness…' Was all I could reason.

I suppose it went without saying that, so far, I had been orchestrating things from the shadows… they were just unfortunate enough to be the o

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