The one-handed pickpocket's eyes narrowed. His body froze, too stunned to react.
Clayton's water projectile tore through the air with terrifying speed.
By the time the pickpocket registered what was happening, his limbs refused to move. It was too late to dodge. In that instant, rage, regret, humiliation, and a thirst for vengeance all collided in his mind.
Just as he thought death had come for him, a dome of water suddenly formed around his body—a transparent sphere that enclosed him completely.
With this, Clayton's vicious attacks were completely blocked by the water dome, leaving everyone inside unharmed.
The one-handed pickpocket's exhaled in relief. His boss had saved him.
Clayton blinked in surprise, then narrowed his eyes. The sudden shift didn't bother him—in fact, it piqued his curiosity. His gaze slid toward the older man who stood just a short distance away.
Now that he looked closer, he could feel it—magical pressure radiating off the man in waves.
