Axel, remaining in his humanoid state, gazed down from the sky at the trembling Dusker heir standing on the roof below. Ken looked up at him with wide, horror-filled eyes, his body shaking uncontrollably.
A subtle smile tugged at the corners of Axel's lips as a quiet sense of deep satisfaction bloomed from the depths of his heart. Stopping the propulsion force of mana that kept him suspended in the air, Axel allowed gravity to take hold.
His figure began to fall through the sky, his body maintaining a perfectly balanced posture even as his falling speed increased exponentially with every passing second.
Beside him, Daniel Nomrad flapped his massive silver metallic wings, diving down at the same breakneck speed toward the estate.
BANG!
With a resounding, stone-shattering crack, Axel's feet slammed onto the bloody, ruined roof of the Dusker mansion. He landed mere inches beside the heavy iron spear, upon which the severed, smiling head of Duke Allen remained pinned.
