«Die, bastard!»
Tony charges at Hakuto, his fist pulled back and ready to strike.
Lucrezia can't take it—she closes her eyes and lowers her head, bracing for the worst. But...
a moment later, she opens them again when a scream of pain hits her ears.
It doesn't come from Hakuto, like she feared. It comes from Tony.
Right in front of her, Hakuto stands firmly in the exact same spot, arm extended forward, effortlessly blocking Tony's punch with the palm of his hand.
But she can't believe her eyes when she sees white, radiant flames burning around Hakuto's open hand.
Tony's face is twisted in pain.
He immediately jumps back several meters, and his right hand—the one he tried to strike Hakuto with—is severely burned.
Tony stares in terror at his scorched hand, the skin peeling slowly as it struggles to regenerate.
«What the fuck is this... who the fuck are you?!» Tony snaps, voice trembling with rage and pain.
