Chapter 672: Into the Venomous Temple
Amidst the poison, Adam stood like an incarnation of certain death, his voice a judgment, and his mana the executioner’s axe, ready to dismember them in atrocious sufferings.
The guard’s teeth chattered, regret clawing at him. Although they were three dozen, a glance at his vomiting or suffocating companions was enough to know who held the absolute advantage. He had to defuse the time bomb he had engaged with his own foul mouth—and fast.
"Mana! It’s mana!" He roared in answer, the stench sticking to his throat. "I’m a fool for refusing to listen. Please, let me apologise!"
"Want to listen now?" Adam approached, smiling menacingly. The guard paled as his poisonous mana followed, but he continued. "None of this was necessary. But at least you can admit your mistake."
"Please don’t step closer!" The guard jumped back, prostrating and shuddering like a leaf.
Yet, his eyes widened as the horrible stench shifted into something purer. A natural fragrance drifted to his nose, relaxing, invigorating even. Confused but less panicked, he looked at the colossal circle of weapons that had hovered behind the youth, finally noticing they were dissolving into verdant green gases.
"What?!" He prostrated again, his heart almost exploding in his chest. "Nature and poison. You mastered two elements at your age?!"
A sudden idea flashed in his mind. Such genius and control could only come from a single place: the cradle of magic, the western archipelago. So was this a talented heir banished for misconduct like the order of the venomous path’s founder?
As he grappled with theories, his colleagues fumbled to their feet. Healed by the gas, they gathered beside him and exchanged terrified glances, wondering if they were to prostrate themselves too, apologise, or act as if they didn’t exist. After all, it was Bill who troubled the youth.