Chapter 68
"This guy doesn't seem human," Wanda murmured, eyes glowing with a brighter red as she studied the old man amid the violent wind and rain.
She turned decisively to Pietro. "Kill him. He's not ordinary."
In Leon's family, there was no room for chivalry or mercy toward enemies. If someone posed a threat, no matter how worthy of respect, they had to die. If a group attack was the best option, they would take it—unless the enemy was too weak to warrant it.
As soon as Wanda spoke, she raised her hands.
Boom!
A surge of red energy exploded in every direction, whipping her hair and coat around her. She was enveloped in the crimson power of chaotic magic, radiating an almost divine presence. Like a scarlet goddess, she extended her hand toward the old man in the sky and clenched her fist.
Instantly, the chaotic energy coalesced into two massive scarlet hands. Wanda knew from experience that once those hands closed around their target, escape was nearly impossible. She was confident the old man, no matter who he was, would meet the same fate.
The old man sensed the danger. Despite his earlier arrogance, his cunning nature kept him wary. After all, this wasn't his real body, and he was operating at less than 1% of his true strength. Chaos magic posed a genuine threat.
Whoosh!