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"How the hell did he block my power?!"

Edmund’s bulging eyes seemed to scream as he stared at the weapon glowing with black and gold light.

To begin with, what kind of axe was that?

"I see you liked my little toy," said the reddish-furred lycan, standing to his full height, catching the Sorcerer King's attention.

"It’s a gift from my grandma. I’m her favorite grandson," Fenrir said, touching the blade almost fondly.

Edmund wanted to scream that he didn’t give a damn about that information.

"Oh, I see you don’t appreciate my good manners. If you’re in a rush to die, that’s fine by me," Fenrir snorted at his eat-shit expression.

"Introductions are over," Edmund stepped back, alarmed by the twisted grin on that beast’s snout.

Despite the playful, laid-back tone, the air vibrated with danger.

"Nyx, are these the bad guys?!" Fenrir even had the audacity to ask.

Selenia almost smacked her uncle on the head. It was clear he was having way too much fun.

"Yup."

"'Yup' what? That sente