BOOM!
The young man was staring toward where Theron had been taken away in a daze when he suddenly found his neck gripped by a palm so strong he was certain that it could end his life any moment it so chose.
All the air in his body was forcefully restrained, and even his Mana didn't want to move properly.
When he saw that it was his uncle, Ott Tyre, his eyes widened in shock instead of relaxing.
The fury on Ott's face right now could sever Heaven's Gates. It felt like looking at a beast gone mad with rage—not just any beast, but one that could corral the clouds and crush mountains with a single claw.
The young man had never seen Ott with this sort of expression. The uncle that everyone hated, but no one dared to do anything to or say anything about, had always had the very same smile on his face.
