Chapter 150
- A hen walking with its chicks in the open never misses the eyes of an eagle. The moment it gets a chance, it swoops down and strikes, securing its prey.
- Alexander was the prey, and the eagle was non other than Salvatore.
- Before Vlad could close the gap, Salvatore had already dashed upward, positioning himself behind Alexander's slowly collapsing body and forming a tight arc around his neck with his hand.