"In the name of God Elohim, and as the instructor of His Avatar—I sentence you to death."
"...."
Is he talking about Ethan?
Ahhh.
This guy is dead.
Shyamal let go of my hand as she stepped forward.
The air in her hand twisted as she summoned her scythe.
"I don't want to hear any more bullshit," she said, twirling her scythe to align it against her back.
"I will take care of the knights."
Her glance indicated that it was addressed to me.
"Deal with that Alexander guy."
My lips curled up in a small smile.
The sound of swords unsheathing echoed within the chaos.
I studied them—twelve knights, making sure they weren't strong enough to overwhelm Shyamal.
'They look doable.'
Alexander quietly raised his sword.
"Formation!"
He yelled, and the knights immediately formed mana shields covering their entire bodies.
"Attack—!"
The world around me blurred as I moved near-instantly towards Alexander.
A sword of mana formed in my hand, materializing from handle to curved blade.
