The young man in the black robe stared at Carson Flores, his gaze turning a few shades colder. "You've got some nerve. You make it all the way here and still dare talk like that. Are you really not afraid of dying?"
Carson Flores smiled. "Look at the state I'm already in—how much worse can it get? But I don't even know who you people are. I can't accept that."
The young man in the black robe shot Carson Flores a cold look. "You sure ask a lot of questions. Break his legs."
The middle-aged man standing by nodded, turned around, and reached out with one hand toward Carson Flores. At the same time, his Domain Power erupted in an instant, trying to trap Carson and the others so they could be slaughtered at will.
Shirley Miller took a single step forward, blocking Carson Flores, and casually jabbed a finger out.
A point of light shot from Shirley Miller's fingertip, instantly tearing the middle-aged man's Domain apart, and in a flash the light was upon him.
