Baron's expression darkened.
For a moment, he seriously considered retaliating. He wasn't going to stand there and allow a group of Dragon Knights to threaten him with their swords.
But the instant the thought crossed his mind, a strange, sharp sensation swept across his neck.
It was so sudden that he barely had time to react.
Ugh!
Baron's knees buckled, and he dropped to the floor.
His face had turned deathly pale. He sucked in a deep breath, his mechanical right hand flying to his neck as he stared ahead in disbelief.
What... just happened?
For a brief moment, he had genuinely felt as though his head had been severed from his body.
Yet, as his fingers moved around his neck, he felt no wound. No blood. Nothing.
His head was still attached.
He was alive.
Baron swallowed hard, his heart pounding as he slowly raised his head to look at the Dragon Knights surrounding him.
What was that just now?
