Just then, a pebble that seemed to have moved even faster than the incoming punch launched at Baranta's hand.
It was just a pebble and even the guards did not notice as it sped through the air, seemingly carrying a kind of aura of its own.
Then again, how could there be? It was far above their level and was sent with a bloodline ability that was unique. In fact, one could say that it was more unique than most.
Although the guards and the other slaves did not see it, that did not mean that one person did not see it.
Yes, Gray saw it, as it entered his line of vision with speed and precision that made him slightly frown. As it hurtled forward, the pebble emitted a sharp, high-pitched whistle, a testament to the sheer velocity with which it traveled.
The sound was almost musical, a fleeting melody lost amidst the weighty silence of the impending battle. It was a sound that hinted at the unstoppable force propelling the tiny projectile.
