Seeing John step out of the protective shield, a fierce gleam flashed through Alastair's eyes.
If John had remained within the shield, he might have truly been helpless.
But now that he had come out, things were different.
He wanted this man dead.
More than dead—obliterated without a trace.
He was determined to make this man suffer excruciatingly, to vent the hatred seething within him.
He despised these so-called geniuses most of all in his life—those who think just a little ability allows them to do whatever they wish, to trample others underfoot.
Those who don't care about the lives of others are the ones who deserve to die the most.
"Since you seek death, I'll gladly oblige!"
"Blade of Light!"
A flurry of white light gathered in Alastair's hand, then transformed into thousands of blades swirling towards John.
The pupils of everyone atop the city walls dilated in shock.