"Get away!!" Bright electric arcs scattered everywhere, the roots that had bound him instantly turned black and began to burn.
Beside him, Linda watched this scene unfold and pulled a brown ball the size of a ping-pong ball from inside her white coat, tossing it at Charles's head.
In mid-air, the ball rapidly dispersed into a powder, and the next second Charles felt an intense dizziness.
"Thud!" Charles face-planted on the floor with a heavy crash, trying to struggle to his feet but finding no strength in his limbs.
All the crew, holding various weapons, slowly surrounded him, their expressions twisted with ferocity. Rats with glowing red eyes scurried from under their feet, looking menacing.
"Damn it! These guys were all fakes from the start!" Charles, veins bulging on the ground, glared fiercely at them.
Deep always loved to be at the forefront; he picked up the Black Blade that had fallen to the ground and approached Charles.
