Anthony watched, his expression unchanged.
Yet within, a storm raged.
Anger.
Rage.
Powerlessness.
He was consumed by fury.
This was only the second time in his life he had ever felt such an emotion.
The first had been after his first kiss, when he was forced to leave an elf beauty behind.
And now, he had been made to leave another elf behind.
But this time, the elf was gone.
Dead.
Rage burned through Anthony's veins.
Then it came.
Anthony's aura erupted outward.
It surged like an unstoppable wave.
Killing intent flooded the air, a relentless torrent that consumed everything, swallowing all in its path.
The pressure was overwhelming, pinning everyone to the ground, as if the very weight of existence had turned against them.
Even Kingsley, unshakable as he was, felt his knees buckle beneath him, crashing to the floor with a force that shook the very foundations of the space.
