120 Aftermath (1/1)

Helial's Aura erupted. Suddenly, it exceeded by far those of everyone else. Without a second thought, the boy rushed forward like an arrow shot from a bow. A few meters from him, Medusa was caught by surprise. Though, she promptly used the dagger she was holding to take a guard stance.

On the opposite end of the room, Pseudonym immediately calmed his Aura down. ”A change of mind?” He was baffled indeed; Helial had just had an afterthought out of nowhere… This immediately changed his idea on the nature of that boy. He appreciated him more, now.

”This… is… Mh… Like, the ultimate test to officially become my disciple,” Iblis muttered as he leafed through his fritters recipes book, sitting at one end of his laid-for-two table. ”Don't let me doaing. You don't wanna make this even harder, do you?”

Medusa glared at Pseudonym scornfully. Pseudonym had just spared her life, but he had also forced her to spare that of her slaves. She couldn't turn a deaf ear on him anyway. If Medusa had insisted on killing them, she would have lost any credibility. Also, would she dare face that pile of clankers without a Sixth Phase warrior by her side?

Within the Sect of the Worthy, rumor had it that even Comodus had once challenged Pseudonym, but he had come back home covered in wounds.

No one knew whether the rumor was right or not. What is for certain is that it greatly contributed to the fearful mystique around the mysterious figure of Pseudonym.