The Alphacrest soldier froze where he stood. His body stiffened, and his eyes blinked like something was wrong with them.
Jonathan… was right there.
Standing so close—again.
He didn't even hear footsteps.
He didn't see a shadow.
Not a single sign.
Just—bam!—Jonathan appeared like a ghost.
His mouth dropped open a little, and he stepped back without thinking.
"How is he this fast?" the Alphacrest soldier muttered under his breath.
He didn't get it. He just couldn't.
All his life, he had trained under Alphacrest rules. He learned what they taught—what they believed.
Dreamway soldiers were weak.
Dreamway soldiers were lazy.
Dreamway soldiers were nothing.
They always said that in camp.
So he believed it. Everyone did.
And since the day he stepped into Baytorn, he had done nothing but prove it true.
He had already killed five ability users on this land. Not one had stood a chance. He didn't even break a sweat doing it.
