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(Asher’s POV)

I heaved a sigh, laying silent with my limbs sprawled on the wet and soggy ground of The Flesh.

“I can’t believe I fell for that witch’s trick.”

What’s more, I got irked every time I remembered that wench’s face when she laughed at us dying. But of course, she wouldn’t expect my comeback after I resurrected from my victory inside The Flesh.

“Alright.” I steeled myself and sat up, taking off my jacket and t-shirt which was soaked in blood.

I realized that I don’t have my hockey stick with me. Damnit, if only I have enough time to reach the bag.

But fortunately enough, I still have the belt Kaiser gave me. While brushing the kitchen knives—I added one more because having two knife makes me look like an assassin holding a pair of daggers—and also checking the nails placed in the holes of the belt, I glanced at my surrounding.

The region of The Fle