Seeing my resolve, Snow let out a quiet, bitter laugh as he lowered his gaze.
"You've always been this type of bastard, Frey.
I'm not surprised you're willing to abandon all of us for your sister.
It's just who you are."
He stepped toward me.
For a moment, I wondered ..
would he try to stop me?
If he did, things would get complicated.
His strength had grown so much he could fight me evenly now.
I was ready to draw my sword ..
But I stopped at the last second.
There was no hostility.
No killing intent.
No aura.
Snow simply walked toward me calmly, hands empty.
What was he planning—?
I got my answer the moment he reached me.
His fist clenched..
and he punched me straight in the face.
A clean, brutal blow from nowhere.
I flew several meters back, the heat of the impact burning across my right cheek.
And that was just a physical punch.
No aura.
Nothing supernatural.
Even so ..
it hurt like hell.
I hit the ground on my back, staring up at the sky.
