The End Of Volume 1
Some of my warriors got into such a mess, and fell into the crater. Luckily not a single one was hurt. But that made me look at that young illusionist standing on top of a big eagle in the air with a cold gaze.
"It's not a good thing to throw a fist before a word," I calmly said.
"He is strong," the jumper whispered as he came to my aid without any delay.
"I know," he wasn't just strong, he had such wealth to buy such a weapon. I couldn't recognise the attack from the start, but when I saw that green silver fog that was pushed away by my shield warriors, my heart felt a cold grip holding it.
It wasn't just toxic gas, but it was one that would curse the person's soul.
That dude standing over there was the one who cursed the jumper. And that told me a lot about how formidable he was, and how bad the jumper situation was.
The jumper was one of my assets, one valuable asset that I worked my ass to get him on my side. Losing him in such a useless way was out of the question.