*Whoosh!*
Suddenly, Laynar heard something zooming from behind him, but as he turned around, he was shocked to see a hand clutch his neck and hold him in place.
Shockingly the person who was standing before him was none other than Viktor, whose grip seemed even stronger than iron.
His eyes were glowing a mystical blue while the rest of his body was covered in a cloak.
"How...Why…" Laynar had a hundred questions in his mind but was unable to retaliate since Viktor had not only clutched his neck, but he could also feel his sharp claws already piercing his skin.
How did this guy get here and why was he here??
He was sure that if he made a sudden move, those sharp claws would crush his neck. If he wasn't able to budge Viktor's hand after struggling so hard, how could he hope to turn the tables in this situation?
Ayana's expression became jubilant and relieved to see Viktor, but the injuries on her leg were making it hard for her to get up.
