Chapter 38: Last Illusion
Garrick raised an eyebrow, a subtle smirk twitching at the corner of his lips. "And why is that?"
Vel'Grothar, standing firm with arms crossed, answered calmly but with cold certainty.
"A sneaky Creation plus a sneaky man?" He tilted his head.
"Doesn't end well for the other side. So, you gotta be the first to go... before you try anything funny."
Garrick sighed, shaking his head. "So I can't even negotiate to join your little party, huh?"
His voice dropped a tone, calm yet ominous. "Then I guess there's no choice left but to fight."
Without another word, he unsheathed his blade in one fluid motion, lunging toward Vel'Grothar, aiming straight for his eyes.
The slash came fast—sharp, ruthless—but Vel'Grothar leaned back, narrowly dodging it.
He retaliated immediately with a heavy swing of his fist, but Garrick vanished just as quickly, slipping from the strike like mist.
But Vel'Grothar wasn't finished.
Using the momentum, he grabbed a massive rock with his free hand and hurled it with astonishing speed.