Bab 246: I Am No One's Servant

The moment Zhulthar finished speaking, the air around the boy thickened, charged with dark energy. His eyes narrowed, the flicker of recognition sharpening into something far more dangerous. Without uttering a single word, the boy's figure blurred, moving faster than the eye could follow.

A sudden burst of force exploded from him as he lunged forward, aiming straight for Zhulthar with deadly precision. The atmosphere warped, shadows twisting and writhing as if alive, as his power surged forth—overwhelming, suffocating. The sky around them darkened even further, as if the night itself had descended early, and a chill swept through the atmosphere.

The crowd barely had time to register what was happening.

It was as if reality itself shifted.