Nobody tried to stop the battle; they wanted to experience it for themselves.

Castiel’s face lost all color.

“Master York…” he said instinctively.

Harvey glanced at him, signaling for him to stay calm. Then, Harvey looked back at Waylon.

“What?” he taunted.

“Are you scared?”

Waylon’s eyes twitched frantically. He was confident he could take out Harvey, but he still hesitated since his life was in Harvey’s hands as well.

“If you are, just say that,” Harvey said.

“I can make it easier for you.”

“If you admit defeat, I’ll remove the curse for you.”

“I don’t need you to remove mine, though. If I die, then consider me unlucky.”

“Will you agree now?”

Waylon’s expression was horrible. If he declined the challenge, his reputation as Golden Sands’ geomancy expert would be tarnished.

Waylon gritted his teeth, then slammed the table with his fists.

“Fine! If that’s what you want, then so be it!”

“I’ll draw up my talismans in front of everyone here. Everyone will know that I’m Golde