บท 104: Drunk man is Angry Part-2

'Shckkk'

Aether placed a hand on his chest, feeling the card return to its place without the need for a summon, "I suppose it returns to the user and... no one could steal it," Aether muttered under his breath, his gaze fixed on Blake, who was still recovering from the sudden attack.

"Are you okay? Don't die on me now... I still have a score to settle," Aether remarked with a sly grin, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"YOU!!" Blake snapped, his eyes filled with hatred as he glared at Aether.

"That's more like it. Come at me now," Aether nodded in satisfaction, observing Blake seethe with anger.

Blake clenched his Arcane Card tightly, and in a swift motion, the card dispersed into shimmering particles of silver before coalescing into a long, slender sword.

With determination in his eyes, Blake lunged toward Aether, the sword gleaming as it sliced through the air, his intent clear.... to defeat his opponent once and for all.