"Such bloodlust, how can a kid of just 13 possess such bloodlust similar to his brother?" Asher thought when he felt the collective auras weighing down on him.
Nyx's aura was insignificant compared to the rest in appearance but somehow, it was the one giving Asher the most trouble, which puzzled the teenager greatly because it simply made no sense.
"To think that among everyone here is this dud that would give me trouble," Asher spat out in a low voice as beads of sweat rolled down his face. Focusing on shielding only Nyx's aura, he had forgotten about the powerful auras, resulting in his current state, and now he felt a crushing pressure that felt as if he was drowning in a sea of formidable force.
"How many people did this kid kill?" Asher thought as cold shivers ran down his spine.
