"Begin."
As Elder Gordon's arm dropped, Azeron quickly sat up from his seat, eyes wide on Atticus.
'Finally.'
He felt thrilled that Atticus had accepted this battle. This way, he could witness what the boy was capable of firsthand.
"Kill him."
Azeron frowned at Atticus' sudden words. But his expression froze as, in the next moment, an unseen bubble enveloped Deon, shrinking at a rapid pace until it vanished into nothingness.
"Huh…?"
In the death-like silence that followed, Azeron could hear his heart thumping against his chest. He rubbed his eyes with his arms, blinking heavily to clear anything that might have blocked his vision.
Deon was still gone.
Azeron spread out his senses to encompass the entire domain.
Deon was nowhere to be found.
"Is he… is he dead?"
His eyes slowly widened as he stared at Atticus. Had this boy really killed their greatest genius with a simple command?
"W-what just happened…?"
"W-where is Deon?"
