"40 seconds..."
"20 seconds..."
That figure who called himself Radiant King kept counting slowly.
Chained and bound by the white light was a little girl. The rune on the forehead of the wind-born girl was already cracking. Everyone trembled as they watched the despair and pain on her face.
"STOP!!!"
Darian shouted, his voice completely hoarse.
But the figure in the skies only smiled coldly. "So? Thought it through?"
"Fuck it! Put that shit on me! Let her go!"
Darian roared, not caring about anything else. Earlier, everything had happened so fast and he'd hesitated to save that poor boy. He was used to always finding a solution to his problems — all it took was thinking straight... but now, he'd been slapped hard in the face.
That boy had died because of his arrogance.
"Hahaha, it's good talking with smart people." The figure laughed, clearly enjoying it.
Without much thought, he waved like tossing trash away. The girl flew down, crashing violently into the ground.
