Everyone froze for a moment.
Williams rushed forward, catching Victor's collapsing body and pulling him back.
"You're seeking death..."
Roar!
Markham, who had just been knocked aside by Victor, bellowed with fury. Golden light flared around him, and a dragon-shaped blast of energy surged toward the intruder.
The man facing him raised one hand, a milky-white glow spilling from his palm. He drew a circle through the air, and Markham's blazing attack veered off course, streaking past and slamming into the stone.
Boom!
The explosion rocked the ground, shards of rock flying as the impact shook the surroundings.
"Veilhand... it's you... Liam!"
Markham's voice faltered as recognition struck. His eyes hardened with unease.
Liam— one of the most formidable of the Noble Eight Lineages.
Markham was still counted among the younger generation, but Liam belonged to the one before him, the same era as Markham's aunt. That gap alone spoke volumes.
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