"Gonna cry?" Julius mocked, watching Miasma bubble up with anger.
Her pointy ears turned red at the tips. She looked like she might burst from the rage building inside her.
But Julius could not care less. What was she going to do? Torture him? He snorted inside his mind.
If someone like him could be broken through torture, then the world would stop moving. Or not?
His thoughts jumped for a moment as he remembered the world setting. It was not a round world like Earth.
Instead, it had four stationary continents at the bottom and three above them, all held in a strange, steady motion that was hard to describe.
The world did not rotate around a sun or star. The star moved around the world. Anyway, even if the world started rotating, she could not do anything to him!
Miasma was nearly foaming at the mouth from anger. She clasped her hands together.
A group of blue birds flew toward her hands and formed a sharp sword right there.
