Theron felt the rage curb. He hurriedly wiped at his cheek with the back of a hand, feeling something icy run down it.
A tear?
Ridiculous. He felt it was ridiculous.
Lions don't cry.
The grip Theron had on his blades tightened, and he suddenly spun around, his short sword coming down with the momentum of a bolt of lightning.
Chi.
Blood flew. But this time, it wasn't Theron's.
Theron's gaze flickered. His body had moved entirely on its own just then, and it wasn't because of his Third Eye.
No… it wasn't entirely on his own. He finally stopped paying attention to his Third Eye, and it suddenly felt as though his gaze itself was able to peer through the secrets of the world.
The Angel and Demon Doctrines.
Granny Chu hadn't just created this domain on a whim; she was using a Spell. And a Spell came with circulation patterns, predictable results, and, most importantly, runes.
