Crimson Gravity, Verdant Lie

The air was thick, silent, and tense, like the last breath before a storm.

A glimmer of red light flared.

Seth moved first.

With a twist of his wrist, a crimson javelin condensed in the air beside him—its edges jagged like splintered bone.

"Blood Spear!"

The spear whistled forward in a flash, tearing through the air toward Jaden like a bolt of death.

But Jaden didn't flinch.

In his hand, a strange weapon pulsed faintly—a bronze balance scale, engraved with runes. One side dipped as if sensing weight.

The moment the blood spear reached within a meter, the air distorted. The spear snapped downward, crashing harmlessly into the dirt.

Jaden's eyes remained calm.

"I heard you bullied one of my members," He said flatly, walking forward step by step, the bronze scale tilting with each movement: "The red-haired one, in case you don't remember him. This time, you'll crawl like he did."