With a single burst of sword energy, the fiery calamity that threatened to consume the world disintegrated into scattered flames.
The face of the Second Apostle, once brimming with confidence, now showed no trace of composure.
‘So he had something to rely on, even as he feigned an attempt at conversation.’
The scattering embers resembled petals drifting in the wind.
Through the shimmering remnants, the Second Apostle’s gaze locked onto Theo’s face.
His calm eyes bore no arrogance or hubris.
‘Does he find this… dull?’
