Levi appeared outside the spaceship in the next instant.
His eyes were as cold as ice.
But unlike the calm coldness the students were used to, this one carried killing intent.
Space itself quaked from the intent emanating from his presence.
"What do you want?" He asked.
His palm rested on his sword's hilt as he addressed the invaders.
The man in the lead stepped forward, as if the void itself were solid ground he could march across at will.
Adorned in a black shirt, blue trousers, and a crimson coat. The man looked like a tyrant.
A long slanted scar ran from his forehead down to his left eye.
A thick cigar was held firmly between two fingers.
"I am Patrick. I don't want much. Just the children in the spaceship."
He smiled lightly, spreading both arms wide.
"I will let you live. Fair deal, right?"
"No."
Levi replied, cold and direct.
His words carried no emotion, as though spoken by something that had never learned what emotion was.
Patrick's smile widened.
