Walton Greer stared at me with malicious intent, his grin spreading wide. "That's exactly what I'm planning to do..."
Hawk Thompson yelled frantically, "Walton Greer, finish him off!"
Walton Greer ran his tongue across his lips. "You're nothing but a delicious morsel to me...."
"Morsel?" I squinted, not grasping what Walton Greer was getting at.
Walton Greer went silent. He tucked away the Black Gold Ball, and with a flick of his wrist, a spear materialized in his grasp.
I couldn't help but frown slightly as I studied Walton Greer.
Something was different about Walton Greer now; the dark energy that had wrapped around him was completely gone, and his body no longer looked frail like before.
"Mason Raymond, once I finish you off, I'm going to savor every bite," Walton Greer sneered. The spear in his grip suddenly trembled, then shot straight toward my forehead!
Fear wasn't in my vocabulary. I roared, clenched the Absolute Beginning Sacred Fist, and charged straight at him!
