[Silthara Palace—Training Field—Continuation]
He sucked in a breath, and his brows drew together, but he did not pull away and his voice came out strained, "Zer…It hurts."
The words struck something. Zeramet's eyes flickered as he released Levin at once as if burned, but the damage had already been done. A red mark bloomed around Levin's wrist where his fingers had been.
Several knights visibly flinched. Zeramet turned so sharply the air itself seemed to recoil.
"DISMISS."
The word cracked across the field like thunder; every knight jolted.
No one dared hesitate. They scattered at once...some nearly tripping over their own feet in their haste to obey, others dragging their stunned companions with them. Within moments, the training field was clearing in every direction.
