Badum.
Badum.
Badum.
In his centuries of life, Raziel couldn't remember the last time his heart pounded so hard.
As the crescent slash tore toward him, Raziel felt a danger the likes of which he'd never felt before. He instinctively knew…
'I'll die.'
It was too late to gather enough will to repel this attack. It was too late to try to get out of the way. Its trajectory was true, the middle of his forehead down to his crotch.
If it hit, he would be split in two.
'He's insane.'
Despite the impending doom, Raziel grinned. This insane boy had combined three different sets of elements to form new ones whose powers were as broken as they were powerful.
But that wasn't even all. For a Baron, Raziel had never come across a flame hotter than Atticus'. Even the flames of the Redflame, the so-called hottest flames in the middle planes, couldn't compare.
Aside from all this, Atticus had still pushed him, HIM, to a wall.
'I must recruit him.'
