Chapter 67 – No tea for you!
Thud!
Agni's arm hit the ground.
Silence.
Agni stood motionless, his mind still failing to process what had just happened. Slowly, mechanically, he turned his head toward his left side—where his arm had been. And there it was, twitching on the scorched ground.
No blood.
He was a being of fire. Instead of blood, molten flames began to gush from the severed limb, sizzling the earth beneath.
"W-what…?"
Agni's voice was barely a whisper.
He was stunned. No—beyond stunned. One moment he was speaking, the next… his arm was gone?
He looked up.
Lucas stood silently, his red eyes glowing like twin pools of flame—cold, unflinching. There was no arrogance in his expression. No mockery.
Only silence.
He raised his white sword once more.
"You ready, Agni?" Lucas's voice echoed, emotionless.
Then—he smirked.
It was not a smile of amusement, but one laced with murderous intent.
"You'd better move faster this time… or you won't even know you're dead."
