To Take The Life Given
Nate smirked confidently, his fingers tightening around the hilt of his blade.
He glanced at the three siblings flanking him and the two elders standing resolutely at his side. His plan was flawless. The elders would keep Allison occupied—especially since she was burdened by carrying Lady Vinegar—and he and his siblings would handle Enel.
Victory was inevitable.
Once Enel was dead, Nate would finally claim the Command Law embedded in Enel's dead body.
He could already envision the power coursing through his veins, cementing his dominance.
But then, Enel smirked back, an infuriatingly calm expression on his face. "Nate," he said coolly, "for someone so sure of himself, you're utterly blind. You're not the one with the upper hand here."
Nate raised a brow, scoffing at the remark. "Outnumbered, outmatched, and out of options, brother. I'd say it's you who's too stupid to see the obvious."