To the eyes of others, it seemed as if the world had slowed down. As Sylvester leapt, the sword started to arch down towards the neck. The words that Sylvester shouted had registered the dread in the minds of all, but the one who needed to hear it was too blinded by rage and jealousy.
But Sylvester was no novice. As he leapt, his extended arms showered an intense beam of light. It was extremely bright—Enough to slow down Sir Anthony.
"Haaaa!" Sir Anthony roared as he continued the attack and swung the sword.
But the blade did not fall on the child's neck. Sylvester jumped right beside the child and shielded him with his own arm.
Being an Archwizard and a high-ranking Knight, his body was way stronger than what the likes of Sir Anthony could harm. But still, some light wounds appeared, and blood oozed out.
