Both Crypian and Alia's eyes widened like dinner plates.
Their faces turned paper-white in a second. Pure fear crawled up their spines and froze their bodies.
Their legs refused to move even an inch. Their knees shook like cheap plastic toys in the wind.
"Is this how my pathetic life ends…?" Crypian thought.
His brain had completely shut down.
He could not think, he could not run, and he definitely could not block the coming attack.
The scene in front of him was enough to make anyone wet their pants.
Julius had appeared right in front of them out of nowhere.
His black mask glowed darkly, and the eye sockets burned with a cold golden light.
He looked like death wearing a fancy costume.
In both his hands, he held a giant axe.
The axe was massive, bigger than a grown man's body.
Its sharp blade gleamed under the light, hungry for blood.
One clean swing and it could cut Crypian and Alia into two bloody pieces like slicing butter.
