Chapter 251: Desperation
Deep within the forest, far from Orion’s desperate struggle, another fierce confrontation raged. The moon cast soft light onto a clearing, illuminating the combatants locked in mortal combat.
Edgar faced the kidnapper leader and his vice-leader, his cold eyes calmly assessing the foes who stood opposite him.
The kidnapper leader, a tall, old, imposing figure clad in dark armor, brandished a spear that radiated with a menacing aura.
His vice-leader stood slightly behind, adorned in robes interwoven with verdant runes, staff raised and eyes flickering with alert cunning.
The wood-element mage stood poised, ready to unleash spells of devastating power at any moment.
Edgar’s expression was stone-cold, unmoved by their intimidating presence. He held his blade loosely, the weapon’s black surface glinting ominously under the fractured moonlight.
When he finally spoke, his voice was devoid of emotion, resonating icily across the clearing.
"You’ve hidden your origins well until now," Edgar declared coldly, stepping forward slowly, sword raised in a deceptively casual stance. "But I’ve had enough of your games. Reveal yourselves and who sent you."
The leader’s eyes narrowed, a sneer twisting his lips. "Arrogant bastard, you think you’re worthy of questioning me?" With a sudden burst of speed, he lunged forward, spear thrusting sharply toward Edgar’s chest.
Edgar calmly raised his sword, his movements unnaturally fluid and swift. He parried the strike with ease, sparks erupting violently where spear and sword clashed.
Without hesitation, Edgar spun gracefully, his blade tracing an elegant arc—an unmistakably unique pattern imbued with dark, sinister intent.