An eerie silence had settled over the group of Talented.
Anthony screamed, thin streams of blood flowing from his nose.
He writhed on the ground in agony, trembling uncontrollably.
Morgan calmly stared at the boy on the ground.
"If any of you moves, your friend here bites the dust.. ."
He looked ahead piercing the two burly youths with a murderous glare.
" And then you'll be next."
He turned and slowly walked through the crowd of Talented, wielding a Blood Reaper with a calm nonchalance.
He came to a stop in front of Cassius, hoisting the larger boy to his feet.
Cassius apprehensively watched Anthony's writhing form then threw Morgan a curious look.
"What did you do to him?"
Morgan shook his head slightly motioning for him to get the others.
Cassius grabbed Lucian, jolting him out of the strange stupor he was stuck in.
Lucian's clouded eyes abruptly gained clarity.
He shot up with a startled gasp, jumping back from Cassius.
