His cold voice rang out again, this time aloud and clear.
"Stop this shit I said."
The elves shouts halted and even the sounds of the wind came to a standstill at the words of his command.
It was like the words of gods had resounded.
The punch halted inches from Arthur's face, not even moving an inch.
Everything had came to a stop, as if they had turned to a statue.
Arthur's aquamarine cold bloodied eyes met the large old emerald ones of Thionne, and the latter ones felt it.
Like the former were giving an order to the latter, to stop.
Thionne's frown receded before being replaced with shocked eyebrows and simultaneously his indifferent face finally cracked a smile.
"Initially, I planned to get my anger for your race off at you, but it seems that you know how to fight for your freedom." He spoke up for the first time since the beatdown, his voice raspy.
