Bab 755: Where are my practice targets?

Kyle raised his eyes, which were entirely white, to meet Damien's dilated gaze.

Everyone around him stared with held breath as he made a grabbing motion in the air, successfully seizing an escaping wisp of something bright, tainted with darkness, from the two halves of the body before him.

He clicked his tongue as he crushed the fragment of the soul in his hand. An eerily cold voice slipped past his lips.

"A fake one."

The moment his words fell, blue flames erupted from behind him, consuming the lifeless body of the man who did not even have the chance to scream in pain after he had manipulated the natural law of time within their proximity to bring the surrounding time under his control.

His eyes returned to their normal green shade, and with a speed that astonished even him, he reached out to grab Damien.