Chapter 147: Oasis moves.

Pervard laughed loudly, looking up toward the ceiling as he shrugged off the upper part of his clothing, revealing a tattoo on his chest—a hand drenched in blood.

One of the men behind him quickly stepped forward, draping a jacket over his shoulders.

“Yes, I am Pervard, the executive of the Crimson Hand—the Cruel Hand,” Pervard declared, grinning as he soaked in the shocked reactions of the crowd.

His tattoo glistened under the light as he spoke, “You may know my name, boy, but it won’t matter. You’ll die today, along with Riftain.”

Riftain clenched his fists, fury coursing through him.

“The Crimson Hand… these bastards. So, I’ve been harboring one in my own town this whole time.”

“Pervard the Cruel Hand, huh? Thanks for making it easier to find you,” Oasis said coldly.

In a swift motion, he unleashed an even stronger wind magic barrier, this time enveloping the entire manor.

The gust of wind swept through the hall as the barrier sealed them inside.

Gasps and whispers spread through t
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