Jaxon had never seen something THIS ominous.
A magic circle that was as red as blood, and as ominous as the dead. Suddenly a gust of wind swirled onto the place, sending dust scattering as the dim, grey clouds had sufficed and covered the blue skies. Suddenly, morning seemed to have passed in just a matter of seconds, as it looked nighttime yet again.
A red tint enclosed the premises as Ria Sparrows walked towards Dayie. Jaxon clenched his fist as he watched the man who had forsaken him walk with his path, leaving a destructive trail. Before, Jaxon followed that path and stood alongside him. He had bore his name with pride.
Yet he threw him like a useless piece of garbage afterward.
