"You're going to wish you were never born."
A voice, darker than the abyss itself, spoke out. It sent chills down the man who had his sword lodged inside Wang Heiyue. No matter how hard he tried to gather his confidence, it seemed to dissipate the second later.
The masked man palmed the hilt of his sword, clenching his fingers hard around it to stop the obvious trembling.
Wang Heiyue appeared to notice it because he felt the buzzing of fear travel from the long blade to the inside of his chest. And he took pleasure from that.
It happened so quickly. The boy, who was supposed to be just a few inches away from him had disappeared, poofing away.
One second the masked man gathered his resolve to drive the sword deeper, the other second he was doubling over from a fist in his gut, more specifically his chest.
