Kazko's expression changed the moment Rekaz body hit the ground. He may have had more self-control but even he was on the verge of charging at this young man and would've ended up falling for whatever trick this man had used. Thinking this man was the weakest amongst the three had also been a mistake.
Although he had only felt it for a second, the moment his eyes had changed color, pressure the like of which even lord Zerahut would only dream of, had dominated this plains.
He was unsure of what had happened, but it was clear that this man was at least as strong as the blue-haired magic user and if they were to face all three at once, they would find it difficult to escape with their lives.
Looking at the three already close to him, he knew instinctively that escape was no longer an option. His brows narrowed and a thrill of cold ran from the bottoms of his feet to the top of his head.
