“The girl. Where is the girl?”
Their eyes are wide with fear. They try to point to the right, but that’s not enough.
“Words. Where is she?”
“T-take the stairs on the right. S-second floor, third door…”
I’m gone before she can finish her words. On the way, I see more staff. Some put on a strong front and attempt to challenge me, but that quickly ends with them groaning on the ground.
On the second floor, I count the doors until the third one. The door opens before me, and even before I enter, a disgruntled voice rings out. Amale’s voice.
My blood runs cold.
As I enter the room, my eyes quickly search for her. And there she is.
She’s huddled into a corner, dressed in a half-torn gown, a blunt knife in her hand that she’s slashing in front of her.
Only a few steps away from her is a middle-aged man with greyish hairs around his temples and a bald spot on the top of his head. He’s only wearing a pair of low hanging pants, his chest bare.
Immediately, I see red.
“N-Nykander?” Miss Moe’s voice reaches my ears, grounding me.
Her eyes are filled with fear, tears flowing down her face. She’s clutching onto that knife as if it’s her lifeline. She’s terrified. I don’t know what happened before I arrived, but I know what will happen now.
My anger has never known such heights.
The male swivels toward me.
“Who the fuck are you?”
I don’t answer him. My eyes are on her, needing to make sure she’s unhurt. She meets my gaze and gives me a tremulous smile.
Walking further into the room, I only glance once at the man, enough to send him flying against the wall, before I go directly to her.
“Are you alright?” I ask as I get down on one knee in front of her.
She’s so frail and small. Her body is trembling slightly, and I can tell she has a hard time speaking. But she nods her head.
“I’m getting you out of here,” I tell her. Taking my coat off, I swing it around her shoulders. It’s so big, it swallows her entirely, covering her from head to toe.
“N-nyk—” she whispers. I look at her questioningly, but her eyes move past me, to the spot where the other male had landed.
I look back, surprised to see him still alive. I’d imbued as much of this new power as I could into that attack. An immortal would have a hard time getting up, never mind a mortal.
Is he…?
But soon I notice what’s wrong. Heisa mortal. But based on the way his veins have a slightly black tinge, I can guess where his strength is coming from: Zantrax. And he confirms it further as he takes out a small vial from his pocket and empties it in his mouth.
“I’ll handle this,” I assure Miss Moe.
“Please be careful. He…” She swallows. “He has fire powers.”
Fire? That’s when I realize that her clothes hadn’t been torn, they’d been burned off.
That damned male!
I’ve never consciously killedanyonein my life. But it will be my pleasure for him to be the first.
