With venomous glares and threatening words, it was clear that a deadly vendetta had been declared.
Braydon Neal remained composed, his gaze icy as he faced the aggressor.
Such words had crossed a line for Braydon.
The notion of wiping out the entire Neal lineage, including Trevon Neal and Judith Neal, was intolerable.
This type of avowed enemy was undeniably perilous; driven by hatred, they could push themselves to extreme lengths, risking life and limb to achieve their goals.
Faced with this threat, Braydon resolved that all seven of them must perish.
From his storage ring, Braydon produced a black token and made contact with someone.
At the heart of the Spirit Sea, on a serene island akin to paradise, Jaromir Neal was leisurely strolling when he sensed something amiss.
Retrieving the black token, he addressed it, "Thirteen!"
