Silvanus slammed heavily into the ground, his body dragging for a distance before finally coming to a stop. He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and lifted his head in disbelief, only to see Matthew slowly walking toward him, his face utterly expressionless. Matthew's clear eyes reflected Silvanus's inverted image, wretched to the extreme.
Silvanus knew that people hated the Undead, hated anything that came from the Land of the Darkness, but Matthew…
He had imagined an attack coming from anyone at all. It just should never have been Matthew.
"Don't look at me with that kind of gaze. It really excites me, Silvanus, ha ha ha." Matthew chuckled softly, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Silvanus tried to stand up, but Matthew had already stepped forward and kicked him again, sending Silvanus flying several more meters away. He did not even stop there. He leapt up, caught Silvanus midair, and then sat down on the ground.
