For a while, the staredown continued.
The man was frozen in his place, thousands of thoughts running through his head, yet none of them were useful in this scenario.
He had thought that he could just run away, but that wasn't possible anymore.
And he couldn't just wait for Kael to die on his own because he was sure that even if Kael were to die, he would bring him along.
'I-I don't want that...'
For the first time in his life since he had become so powerful, the scarred man, Vilonder Faeyard, felt fear so deep that it unsettled his very bones.
Worst yet, this fear he felt was because of a being he could've crushed with his mana alone a second ago.
That didn't just shake him physically but also mentally.
However, before Vilonder could continue with his thoughts, Kael moved.
Not with rage.
Not with sound.
He moved the way inevitability moved.
The man never even saw it coming.
One moment, he was frozen in Kael's gaze—
Next, his left arm tore free.
