Chapter 81: The Thorns Strike (Underhanded. Typical of Thorns…)
"You're really something," Wyns said, his voice low – but this time, he didn't bother hiding the sharp edge underneath. There was no calm, no diplomacy left. Only humiliation.
He gave a single nod to the four Thorn cadets behind him. They stepped back immediately in understanding. And with how they moved, it was clear this wasn't their first time doing something like this.
The air shifted.
From Wyns' outstretched fingers, a strange energy began to coil – thin threads of black and blue lightning-like essence twining around his hand, burrowing into the envelope he still held.
It crackled once.
Then surged.
'He infused it with energy... It was never just a message.' Morca's eyes narrowed slightly. He didn't speak.
In one sharp movement, too fast for most to see, he thrust out his arm –
Wham!
Tyler's body shot backward – lifted from her seat like a gust-struck leaf.
