CHAPTER 138
"Am I paying you all to stand like statues in front of a mere child?! Fucking silence him forever for me, you nincompoops!" Bryce snapped venomously, his face contorting as he glared at his subordinate guards.
Immediately, the unit moved as one.
Well, not quite all of them.
The three sentries who had conjured the shimmering barrier to protect the leader remained at his side, acting as a final line of defense.
That left a total of nine guards, clad in their heavy green armor, who stirred from their positions and began rushing toward the small figure of Van in the center of the room.
'Ten degrees to the right, aim…' Van calculated inwardly, his eyes tracking the first guard who was rapidly closing the distance.
His breathing remained calm and composed despite the chaos, and then—
Boom—!
A brilliant beam of concentrated light erupted from the palm of his gauntlet, streaking through the air toward the lead attacker.
