"What the hell should I do?"
Watching the psionics getting closer and closer, the badly messed-up Haswith racked his brain trying to figure out how to get out of this alive.
"Am I destined to bite it after all?"
He'd barely escaped that witch's hunt and was about to make it to safety, only to run smack into the even more powerful Silver Sword Duke.
Haswith was screwed.
"Cough, cough. Since fate's already sealed the deal, then let me stir up one last bit of hell."
Haswith smiled like a total psycho. He completely gave up holding back the golden powder.
The spirituality of the fallen dark mist was like fireflies in the darkness, picked up by Iris and her people behind him.
"It's a traitor!"
Iris immediately stopped second-guessing herself, drew her silver sword, and loaded it with heavy psionic energy. In a flash, she slashed out a blazing silver light that ripped through the sky.
"Boom!"
The carriage was immediately chopped in half.
