A chilling wave of killing intent filled the hall, pressing down on everyone within it. Even Prolo Hawthorne and his team, who were preparing to make their move, felt the weight of it, freezing momentarily.
Only the golden golem remained unaffected, seizing the opportunity to sweep its spear across the room, sending several people flying as blood sprayed from their injuries.
Whizz—
A sudden slicing sound tore through the air—a dagger, fast as an arrow, shot toward Dean Bruce with unrelenting speed, aiming directly for him.
The sheer terror and iciness of the killing intent sent shivers down the spines of Hannah Fields and the other faction leaders, filling them with a deep, instinctive fear.
But Dean Bruce had already cast his Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain spell, turning his body as hard as a rock just before the dagger could strike.
