The Fourth Elder took deep breaths, his body shuddering as blood flowed down the wound above his hip. If not for his fluttering robes, one could have seen straight through, peering through his flesh and bone.
But at the moment, despite his pale face and ghastly wound, pain wasn't the predominant emotion he was feeling.
That was shock.
His head slowly turned to Theron, who was standing there with the same ice-cold expression, his immature features budding with a disguised arrogance as his hair danced in the wind along with the silky strands of Dark Water Mana.
Bylo's breathing hitched.
"… Theron… this battle has gone too far, no…? What do you say we both take a step back and let things end here…?" he hesitantly tested the waters.
In the far-off distance, Kaelen was truly shaken. He had thought that the moment a Core Elder stepped in, this matter would be over. There would be no need to worry about these things.
