As Hass moved to save Osk, the despicable Gus shouted, "Traitor, playing the hero, die!"
Along with his cry, a dark beam of light shot towards Hass.
Knowing he couldn't dodge in time, Hass hurriedly yelled, "Kid, turn around!"
Osk instinctively turned his head just as a loud explosion occurred.
The wooden bowl was blasted upwards, then fell to the ground.
The small amount of lightwine within it splattered around and disappeared.
Both the seven centurions and Keso, having exerted all their strength, sustained various degrees of injuries.
"Ahhhh!" Moments later, Osk's agonizing screams filled the area.
The lightwine had corroded the back of the child's head, exposing and even dissolving parts of his skull.
Osk ran frantically towards the mountain's edge, and no one present had the strength to stop him.
Keso, with blood-red eyes, was confronting the seven centurions, who also dared not be careless.
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