The fury of the Patriarch was practically palpable in his roars. He reached forward with the last of his strength, exploding forth with all the speed he had left and grasping at Theron.
But just as his laws were about to rip into Theron's throat, a current bombarded him from the side.
He had put all his strength into coming forward, giving it everything he had. He simply had no Mana left to protect him from such a thing, and he was about to be easily swept away.
But it was Theron who caught him.
The Patriarch's claw missed Theron's throat, zipping by just fractions of an inch to the side as though Theron had calculated everything down to the finest millimeter.
Left in his hands… there was a withered old man who was emitting so much Death Mana that he seemed like he could start rotting right this very instant.
Theron hadn't put his cards into hoping he'd kill Patriarch Nightingale personally. The variables in this world were too great.
