Chapter 35

Fear! Shock! Terror! Those were the feelings that crumpled up within each of them. However, the greatest feeling that was felt — disbelief! “How…? How did you manage this? What sort of Focus is this? Why can’t I measure it!?” Linus gripped his sword tightly, doing his best to fend off Zephyr’s flurry of slashes. “Pathetic!” Zephyr stated coldly, loud enough to rupture Linus’ eardrums, this sent him into a shivering frenzy. “Die,” Zephyr flicked his fingers, before Linus even managed to spit out one syllable, a blade was sent flying at Linus. The blade went through Linus, and just like that, with wide eyes of terror, a sliver of crimson flowed down from his forehead and slowly expanded. Linus’ body then slowly tore apart from itself, splitted itself in two, his blood spurt out like a geyser. And with that, a metallic clunk sound rang throughout the forest, his blade had fallen to the ground. “Run! Save yourself!” one of the men on the ground called out. All six of them were still o