Seeing Heim flailing around, struggling to remove the branches that restrained his whole body. Fein casually walked in front of him. "Now, do you want to answer or not? Who gave you the sand elemental technique?"
Fein smiled and looked carefully at Heim, who, on the other hand, felt a chill on his back. Heim suddenly had an illusion that he was being stared at by a terrible beast and he was locked off in an ice cellar. He could even see a bloody red substance formed into a phantom of a demon behind Fein, which was actually a manifestation of killing intent.
'What a terrible killing aura! Just how many have this bastard killed!?' Heim shuddered. Just how many kills would it take to condense a killing intent which has a form and substance?
