Puh!
John spat out blood as Owen's punch sent him flying.
His face darkened to an extreme as he struggled to stabilize himself in mid-air, several dozen feet away.
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he glared at Owen with eyes that burned with killing intent and madness, distorting the very air around him.
Sensing the volcanic fury building within John, Ymir, hidden within the necklace, quickly sent him a telepathic message.
"John, that's enough. Your current strength is far inferior to Owen's. Continuing this fight will only lead to your defeat."
She understood all too well the deep-seated enmity between John and Owen, as well as Owen's formidable power and terrifying talent.
"Not his match? Do you not have faith in me either? You used to say that there was no prodigy in this world who could compare to me—that I was the most brilliant genius in existence!"
