"Who are you?" Asher's cold voice traveled through the silent forest. He was tense, ready to attack at any time.
Beside him, the others were standing in their fighting stance.
"I am Alaric. Nice to meet you, Professors of the prestigious Arcadia Academy. Though I feel sad to say this… this will be your last day."
Alaric released heavy pressure. Purple lightning cracked around his body. He summoned a long sword in his hand.
In an instant, Alaric vanished.
A streak of purple lightning ripped through the field like a judgment. Blinding, immediate, and absolute.
WHIIISSSHHHH—!!
Too fast for the eye to follow, time itself seemed to halt for a brief heartbeat.
His speed was so fast that Seraphina and Arnold really looked like child in front of him.
The wind held its breath.
The falling leaves stopped in midair.
The only movement was Alaric's hand wrapping around the hilt of his blade.
