Pouring Blood On His Hands [1]

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Amon clicked his tongue.

This was something he didn't want to do but he had to.

For him and everyone else's sake. For their lives.

He dropped his act and looked up where he saw Dylan smiling harrowingly, his expression sending chills down Amon's spine.

But right now, Dylan's gaze was fixed on Elizabeth, who shivered under his smile.

Amon saw electric currents start to travel up Dylan's arm as it neared his head.

He heard the students scream and try to get away as even the nature mages were disrupted.

But, Amon waited, and as soon as the arm was some inches away from his head, he clenched on his hand.

And the near invisible crimson red strings that lay on the ground snapped alive with a zipping sound.

They coiled around Dylan's body halting his arm before looping tightly around his neck.

Amon stood up and pulled them, quickly averting his gaze from Elizabeth.