Seed had finally grown impatient with the chase. With a surge of power that flattened everyone here to the ground and sent powerful reverberations throughout the Land of Miracle, the movements of the slippery figure slowed down, and he fell into Seed's grasp, who gripped him by the neck.
All around Seed, the Old Ones who had been flattened on the ground struggled to stand, but their efforts were useless, and Seed paid them no mind. His focus was on the unknown man he held. He knew this was not Romion but someone else, perhaps his accomplice.
With a voice that held barely controlled fury, Seed growled, "I am not having the best of days, so I am going to ask you only once. Who are you? Be very careful of the answer you give me, for I have no more patience in my heart for fools."
