"You're not worthy."
The second after Corey said these words, he suddenly tilted his head to the right.
A fraction of a second later, the sound of an object shattering into pieces resounded loudly.
Corey calmly looked at the source of the sound, and he saw the shattered remains of the cup of coffee he had given the Archmage.
The Archmage had used his power to send the cup towards him at a speed that was so fast to the point that an average peak Tier 5 would not be able to react to.
'If I had not been on guard, that cup would have caused me grievous injuries to my head... It might have killed me.'
Corey's gaze became slightly solemn, but there was not the slightest bit of concern or hesitation in fighting the corrupted Archmage.
Drip
The soft sound of something dripping drifted into his ears, and he looked at his cloth. He saw a blood stain on it, and then he touched the side of his cheek.
