Chapter 73

Nearby, the second humanoid tier-one beasts, the Spear-Wielder engaged in its own deadly dance with the vice commander and Marcus. The blank-faced creature's weapon left trails of smoke as it stabbed and swept through the air, each movement precise and lethal. But the vice commander—a man Kaden had always seen as a person more fitted for paperworks—matched it move for move. His feathered fan, an artifact that had seemed purely for his weird fashion along with his cap that still hasn't fallen off his head.

The fan crackled with lightning that made Kaden's hair stand on end.

"Marcus, left flank!" the vice commander barked, his fan opening wide with a snap that sounded like thunder. Lightning erupted from its surface in jagged arcs, forcing the Spear-Wielder to leap back or be fried where it stood.