A heavy killing intent poured across the skies. Everyone in the small village felt a terrifying pressure crushing their bodies. That man was an Elder who had already gone through dozens of cycles. If this were the desert, he'd be considered someone at level 4, standing at the very peak of power there.
"You sinner! Surrender immediately!"
He shouted coldly, blades of wind covering the whole village threateningly.
Darian narrowed his eyes for a moment. Pridd was terrified, unable to think straight in that situation. The three youngsters, however, took a deep breath, and right away their gazes changed… a glint full of rage and bloodlust lit up in them.
"How dare you threaten Brother Darian…"
Awel muttered, clenching her fists tight.
Darian stared at the man and spoke coldly: "What are you talking about? I just arrived from the desert — how could I be a 'sinner'?"
