Kyren's POV
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When he snapped his fingers, the sound struck through the air with a sonic boom.
Time froze. Just for a second or two.
Then the mini black hole began spinning slowly behind him. Air, light—little things began getting sucked into the singularity while the councillors watched with horror.
"You..." Councillor Jexar swung her robe aside, pointing a finger at Kyren. "You're crossing a line! Continue this and we'll rain the full might of our council on the Dark Lands."
Kyren merely smirked at her words.
His eyes flicked downward.
Garrick was still floating twenty or thirty meters below him, staring. His father's stolen face was ferocious and cold as ever. But for the briefest second—Kyren saw fear in those golden eyes.
The bastard probably hadn't tried escaping because there was no way to do that. Not when he was surrounded by Arcadia's most powerful mages—and himself, of course.
