Zeon strutted forward like some overconfident model, hips leading the way, hands tucked lazily in his coat pockets. His grin stretched wider as he neared the pulsing blue forcefield. "Just relax, kids. Uncle Zeon's got this."
The moment he stepped closer—
■••••WHIP!••••■
A sharp crack of blue energy lashed out like a living whip.
"Wha—?!" In a flash, Zeon yanked his jagged dagger from his side, the black blade hissing as it blocked the strike. Sparks sprayed. His boots screeched against the stone as he skidded backward, dagger smoking heavily.
He finally stopped, dagger half-melted, expression stunned. "What… the hell?"
Fran, already pressed tightly behind Dila's back, screamed, "S-SEE?! IT DOES EAT PEOPLE!!"
Dila didn't move. Her expression was as flat as a stone wall.
"So. You were saying it's safe." She folded her arms.
