"Are you really going to resort to that tactic right now?"
Adrian's voice carried none of its usual warmth.
"You are so desperate to secure your freedom that you're willing to corner us during our most difficult hour."
The atmosphere within the garden shifted instantly.
A torrential surge of mana erupted from Adrian.
The air grew heavy.
Oppressive.
Every breath felt thicker than the last.
Although the killing intent was directed solely at Nytharos, it was impossible for everyone else to remain unaffected.
Even Forgelet, who had been lost in the haze of that murderous pressure, jolted back to reality the moment he sensed the dreadful force pouring from Adrian.
The sky darkened.
Grass flattened beneath his feet.
Cracks raced across the earth in every direction.
Adrian's fingers tightened around his weapon.
A trident.
An armament forged from the highest quality of all five threads.
