Riverfall Lord's eyes brimmed with a shock he fought desperately to conceal, yet the weight of it pressed hard against his chest.
The scene he had just witnessed was etched into his mind like a masterwork painting—replayed again and again, as if some unseen hand insisted on carving it deeper into memory.
That single, breathtaking bullet of compressed mana tearing through the air… and the Blood Fang Lord—an awe-inspiring Channel Forging Realm expert—vanishing from existence in the blink of an eye.
No screams. No resistance. No trace.
Before his thoughts could settle, his gaze locked with a pair of sharp, indifferent eyes.
Gasp!
The breath caught in his throat, and Riverfall Lord instinctively swallowed hard, feeling the dry scrape as it went down. He prided himself on being well-traveled, well-seasoned—a man who had stood before kings, walked through war-torn lands, and dined beside both heroes and villains.
