Bairan stood lazily, leaning against a light pole with his hands folded. He watched with nonchalant eyes as all the soldiers who had been stationary began changing.
Their faces twisted, their skin reddening as if they'd caught some deviously vicious rash. Their eyes blackened like liquid pools of darkness, and they began to move forward—at first with sluggish, irritating movements.
The Sword King didn't have to repel them deliberately. All he gave them was a dirty slap that threw them off balance. The main boy, however, was nowhere to be found.
He'd suddenly vanished, dissipating into black toxic smoke that dispersed among all the soldiers. It was after he dispersed that they began to act differently, losing control of themselves to something vile.
All their focus was on Bairan.
They flew forward, their talent abilities flaring to life. Flames ignited, thunder crackled—even the wind seemed to create an oscillation around one soldier's hand.
