Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me. This old bastard really wanted to kill me!
My mind went completely blank as I stared up at the old man, my chest heaving and my muscles screaming in pain.
The big training room suddenly felt like a very nice, very decorated coffin. Zephyr stood twenty steps away, his dark blue coat calm around his ankles, holding a plain wooden stick over his head like he was about to swat a bug.
Except that mosquito was me.
And that wooden stick was giving off an invisible wall of pure destruction that made the protective marks on the walls start to crack and hiss.
I insulted the whole freshman class, threatened the Astra Union, caused a political mess, and escaped a death trap in the valley... just to get killed by an old man with a toy sword, I thought, a crazy laugh bubbling up in my throat.
If I die here, I swear, I am haunting this crazy old man forever.
