Unfortunately, even though Sairos narrowly avoided the defense scroll, he never expected this magic apprentice named Kyle to be so alert, guarding Ava so closely. Nor did he anticipate the swordsman's sudden surge in strength. Fighting both of them at once made he hard to gain the upper hand.
For a split second, he actually considered retreating. But the very next moment, he cast that thought aside.
That strange girl Ava was still unconscious—she had to be killed before she woke up. If she regained consciousness, it would be the end.
Failure meant death. No—something worse than death.
Gritting its teeth, Sairos launched another attack.
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Ava was jolted awake by a sudden phone call from her best friend, Emily. Still half-asleep, she groggily fumbled for her buzzing phone.
6:30 a.m.? So early? Since when did Emily not sleep in?
