Fast stared blankly ahead, with Lebius pressed tightly against him, thrusting the staff sword firmly into his heart. Endless cold spread from the slender metal, the chill of death gradually engulfing Fast.
Struggling to raise his hand, Fast's movements were incredibly stiff at this moment. He tried to fight back, wanted to say something more, but absolute death interrupted it all.
Fast's gaze dimmed, his body leaning powerlessly against Lebius, his life completely dissipated.
"Commanding School? What exactly is he commanding?"
Fast's death did not panic Gold. He maintained absolute calmness, questioning as root tendrils broke through the ground, swiftly elevating him and Hood, extending more branches to try and block Lebius.
Lebius was too lethal. Like a skilled assassin, once he got close, under his exquisite ethereal skill, they could easily lose their lives.
Hood's gaze was gloomy and trembling, a low voice emanated from his throat.
"He's commanding... himself."
"Himself?"
