At the northern edge of Asfaria, far from the white houses, beneath the massive crack in the labyrinth wall, seven people stood under the sky that had begun turning blue.
Caius and the others stared at the man blocking their path.
Standing there with his dark skin and yellow eyes fixed on them with a gaze that grew stranger with each passing moment.
Even after the words that needed to be exchanged were said, neither side moved to attack first.
Essence circulated through everyone's bodies, activating their abilities and reinforcing themselves.
For a moment, silence filled the place.
The only sound was the whisper of the wind.
But that lasted for just a single moment.
In the very next instant, everything changed.
It wasn't Elliot or Caius who moved first—but Kyle.
With astonishing speed and silence, an arrow tore through the air toward Adam, yet all the latter did was take a step to the side, letting it pass and pierce the ground.
