Chapter98:

Sandro blinked once and then again as soon as he could see clearly. He observed his environment. It was the same as before. It felt the same way, at least; the lush grassland that surrounded everywhere, the calm wind that promised calmness yet hopelessness, the light blue sky that seemed as though all was well until that fateful morning. All memories of the past flooded through him at once, and he winced, clutching his pounding head. "On your knees!" Sandro's head snapped to one of the enemies who stormed towards them. He gripped a massive club and swung it in the air. A wide smile adorned his lips as he moved towards them, and his dark eyes glinted. "Ezra." Sandro breathed out. "Long time no see, old friend." The man named Ezra said, his smile seemingly getting wider. "And might I add, it's great to see you are alive." Sandro scowled at him. Of course, he had lived as he had escaped, but he couldn't say the same for him. Ezra had been his best friend. The only friend he knew until now