Chapter 12 – The Wrath of the Fallen Wolf
The air turned heavy. The murmurs stopped. William couldn't take it anymore.
The plate in front of him trembled slightly on the table. His knuckles were white, eyes locked on the noble who had just struck a commoner with a tray.
Angel's voice, distant and cold:
"Warning: cortical activity elevated. Response threshold exceeded."
"Eternal Mode," William whispered, and the world slowed down.
Time shattered like glass. Every breath from others felt like an eternity. Every blink, an opportunity. He rose, legs coiled like a spring, and in a single second, he was upon the first noble.
A punch to the jaw. Another to the stomach. A kick to the chest launched the boy against the wall.
The others reacted too late.
"Calculating enemy trajectories."
William charged the next. He dodged by mere centimeters an improvised stab with a silver fork. He shattered the attacker's nose with his elbow. Spun. A third came at him with a chair.
CRACK!