After having a dangerous breakfast.
Amon was practicing in the yard.Too focused.
It turned out that both Selena and Vixra had been messing with him. Though Amon felt relieved, he still couldn't forget their cold faces.
A silver trajectory formed in the air.
Crash!
The blade of the silver hatchet struck the tree. Its curved blade stuck on the trunk's surface.
"Not bad. It's easier than I thought," Amon muttered.
'If only I could pull the weapon back into my hand again. Like some kind of telekinesis.' he imagined.
He strode toward the tree, gazing at the silver hatchet that had pierced the trunk.
"It's sharp."
He gripped the hatchet by its haft and pulled it free. Running his finger along the sharp curved blade, he inspected it with an amused smile.
Suddenly, he felt a pair of eyes on him. Like someone was watching.
He turned back. Glancing at the corner of the house, he saw multiple pairs of eyes staring at him—small heads peeking from behind the wall.
