"This isn't real! It's all fake!" Vincent screamed, voice cracking with panic.
"This city is Forever City. This is our home. Steel will burn bright again right here!"
Veins stood out on Bradley's temples. Revenge burned in his eyes. Lightning washed over him, a pair of violet elemental wings unfurling from his back.
Before the assembled God-adventurers even moved, he had already stepped into their intent.
A razor-thin streak of violet flashed and vanished.
It wasn't even that fast, but a thousand eyes snapped to it all the same. Bradley slid past a God-adventurer without a glance.
A heartbeat later, a head dangled from his fist.
Blood pattered across the main avenue to the pantheon. The man he had one-shot stared in blank disbelief, eyeballs still straining to roll toward the body that had fallen beside him.
"Galehowl World… one of the rare mortal prodigies of the century, cut down like that?" Hobilazi whispered, stunned.
