Everyone was shocked, but not for long.
Kalrik did not give them even a second to mourn.
He vanished from his position. The pressure shifted instantly.
This time, his target was Amon.
Amon, whose heart was still burning with rage and grief, felt it. His instincts screamed. Even through the pain, even through the shock, his body reacted.
He crossed his sword and hatchet in front of him.
CLANG!
The impact was brutal.
"Shit—!" Amon cursed as the overwhelming force smashed into him. His arms screamed in pain. The weapons were nearly torn from his grip.
He was thrown back like a rag doll.
THUD!
Amon crashed into a thick tree trunk with bone-rattling force. The bark shattered. Pain exploded through his spine and ribs.
"Cough!" Amon spat out blood as his body slid down and hit the ground.
His vision blurred.
For a split second, everything went quiet. But that attack, that sudden violence.
