Kyro's words hung in the air like a death sentence. His eyes locked onto mine, cold and unfeeling.
I was certain that my wind spear had knocked him out, but I had underestimated how powerful he really was.
With a slow gesture, he raised both hands into, and slapped them together, making a loud clap that echoed all around.
Suddenly, his mana pressure broke through the air.
I could feel the power surging from him, strong and intimidating. Just like I had felt when I first shook hands with him at the academy.
There was no way I was going to let him strike first. I had to make the first move and end him quickly.
My mind raced quickly as I pieced together a desperate plan.
Freya stood beside me, her eyes wide with confusion.
For a moment, I felt sorry for her. She had heard every word, but she had no idea what was happening... who Kyro really was, what he meant by demons, or why Lucy was lying on the ground like a broken doll. None of it made any sense to her.
