"Why should I give my star to someone like you?"
That question rammed a hole inside Lucas.
It wasn't that one could transfer their star blessing to another at will; no, that was impossible and unheard of.
Yet, Lucas chose to indulge in Sylus's words—words that clearly did some damage to him.
An ugly expression suddenly grew on his face.
"I'll kill you," he let out, eyes burning with irritation.
Sylus smirked, opening his palm for his dagger to appear.
This would undoubtedly be the first time he battled his brother.
And there wasn't a single hint of fear around him.
Arrgh!
Lucas made the first move, clenching his fist as tightly as he could.
Chaos magic swirled and pulsated around his palm, simultaneously purple and black.
Taking note of that, Sylus braced himself for impact.
As expected, Lucas launched himself forward, planning to hit Sylus directly with his fist.
A single hit, even just a touch, could break every bone in Sylus's body.
