"Huh? What… just happened?"
He didn't even have time to process what was happening when another flash of light struck his neck.
His vision spun in an instant, and the next thing he knew, his head hit the floor.
Even at the very end of his life, he never understood that his death would come in such an unexpected way.
His comrades quickly noticed something was wrong. They turned toward him at the same time, only to freeze in shock.
Their friend was dead—his head severed cleanly from his neck.
Their gazes shifted forward. Standing there was a tall, handsome man with black hair. His purple eyes held a sharp, icy glare.
"You…"
One of them was about to speak, but his head was severed before he could even finish.
The other two met the same fate. Their heads rolled across the floor as blood burst out like a fountain.
Nolan casually waved his hand, and black flames erupted among the corpses.
In the blink of an eye, the lifeless bodies turned to ash and vanished.
