A sudden shudder went through Asher. His back was hunched under fear as his eyes stared at the chained behemoth on the throne. A pair of completely red eyes shone through the opening of the cloak. White pupils were present in it.
Reeked with sweat, he immediately straightened his back before leaping to his left. His eyes fell on the light blue wind that was about to touch him. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed his blade to his right hand before twisting his wrist and swinging his arm.
The wind suddenly divided into two, and a single straight-line gap appeared between them. His eyes constricted as they conveyed sharpness before slashing through the brushing breeze constantly until it dissolved. Through the corner of his eyes, a part of his focus remained on the eyes that stared at him.
