Adam appeared behind the elder orc like a ghost, leaving behind a trail of shadows.
He held in his hand a sharp dagger shaped in the likeness of a raven's feather. Drops of blood dripped from the black blade and fell to the ground, its sound causing the orcs to slowly slip into despair.
The youth was simply too fast! Like a phantom, he had appeared behind the elder orc. If he wanted to, he could have easily decapitated him. But he instead only chose to cut off his hand.
Meanwhile, the elder orc couldn't stop his body from trembling in utter horror. Seeing the blood endlessly gushing out from his wrist caused him to reevaluate the situation.
He slowly turned around with both arms raised in surrender. He knew that he was no match for the raven-haired Magus.
The orc knelt down on the ground and muttered fearfully, "L-Lord Magus… what do you want?"
