His knees became weak as fear encompassed his being. He heard footsteps coming toward him and looked up. There he saw a short, grey-haired lady holding the other end of the spear that looked like a water bottle.
Wait, it was a water bottle. How can a spear be kept inside a water bottle? His mind was running rampant. His shock came when the hard Steele spear turned into liquid and returned to the water bottle in the Lady's hand.
"As my son said, we do not tolerate threats to our family, no exceptions." Her words landed on Rhys's ears but it failed to register in time. In the less than a millisecond that followed, All could that be heard in the room were gut-wrenching screams and the smell of burnt flesh.
