Bab 503: Incoming (Part 3)

Whoooooooosh.

The shard split the wind currents with its sharp tip aiming for Adam's neck.

Feeling threatened and seeing Tron's movements, Adam took a step back, the shard flying right in front of his focused eyes.

Reaching the ground, the shard plunged into the semi-transparent veil covering the floor, also part of the Tron's dome.

The veil rippled like the surface of water when a stone fell into a lake, and the shard disappeared as if it had never been there.

"Hah, you dropped dozens of shards on me last time. Decided to take pity on me this time?" Adam smirked, remaining attentive and focused.

Tron shrugged.

"That's what you wanted to do yourself. I can understand your interest, but I think it's pretty weird to ask to be in a situation where you can't win."

Adam smirked as a long needle appeared in his hand.