Andrew said nothing. He silently focused on the energy rapidly recovering within him and the eager, almost restless hum of the Godslayer in his grip.

The divine sword was thirsty for blood, and so was Andrew's own heart at that moment.

"Everyone, stand down for now!" Julius unexpectedly gave the order.

Damon shouted in protest, "Mr. Bowen, this brat deserves to die a thousand times over!"

Julius ignored him, walking step by step toward Andrew and dismissing everyone else. "I told you to stand down. Can you not understand a simple command?"

Both Damon and Titus felt their throats tighten, hearing the rage beneath Julius' calm words. They immediately retreated, unsure of what Julius intended to do.

Julius stopped only when he was less than ten feet from Andrew. He asked, "Your goal from the very beginning was my left hand, wasn't it? You dared to attack me for the sole purpose of rescuing that bastard child."

Andrew replied indifferently, "So you're not a complete fool after all.