Malakai stood tall, holding two identical scythes whose blades radiated such energy that the air around them shuddered.
His eyes had never been colder as he scanned each of the opponents surrounding him.
The tension that descended at that moment was hard to describe. Malakai had just murdered one of them, two if they counted the other death he'd caused.
In their eyes, his threat level had just skyrocketed. Hands gripped weapons tightly, eyes blazing as killing intent spilled from their forms. But none of them moved.
Their eyes were trained cautiously on Malakai, but Seraza's warning still rang in their minds. None of them was to interfere. Her bloodlust flooding the air did well to remind them of that fact.
"You're very smart, cousin!" Seraza's excitement showed in her voice, her gaze lit up.
"Looks like killing you won't be so easy," she said, her body dipping, legs coiling slowly. "That's good. I always loved a challenge."
'She's not like the others…'
