Evan’s violet eyes flash with an unstable, murderous fury that causes the glass windows of the hospital to explode."They touched Martha," Evan says, his voice dropping into a register so deep it sounds like a grinding tectonic plate.The small room shook up and down like a bad storm box, and all the tiny cups went pop on the table."Those bad people want to hurt the nice old woman who gave us warm buns," he added with a very dark look."They think they can play a mean game with her grey hair because they are scared of my black broadsword," he said."I will make their whole capital tower turn into a small pile of grey sand for this today," he swore.Seraphina steps forward, her hand gently resting on his arm to keep his raging dark aura from collapsing the building.The soft silver light from her fingers touched his black silk sleeve, trying to make the heavy air light."Do not break the house, Evan," she whispered, her winter-sky eyes full of a very deep and big shared anger."Old Ma

Elder Alistair’s wicked smile completely freezes on his face as he watches Evan stand unharmed inside a tier-9 spell.The big hot red fire was jumping all around the black coat, but it could not burn a single hair on his head."Why are you not turning into black ash, boy?" Alistair gasped, his old hands shaking hard on the balcony rail."Impossible! No tier-8 master can survive the direct heat of the Dragon-Slayer fire!" Alistair gasps in shock."This is the best magic from the high tower vault!" the old man shrieked, his white face full of true fear."How can a boy with no core just stand there and look at my big red eye?" he yelled out loud."Your big red eye is very weak, old man," Evan said, his voice sounding like two big mountains hitting."You spent three hundred years writing your little fire book," he noted with a very cold look."But your best heat feels like a small warm wind to my dark system armor tonight," he told them."Now let me show you what real weight looks like,"

Vanessa struggles furiously against the immense gravity pressing her forehead into the cold, shattered stone pavement. The grey rocks bit hard into her white skin, making small red drops run down her nose. "Let me go, you hollow-blooded beast! You have no right to touch my skin!" she spits, her face covered in dirt. "I am a princess of the high city, you dirty stray dog from the slums!" she screamed out. "My father will boil your bones in a big gold pot for this!" she yelled. Evan applies more gravity pressure, causing her shoulder joints to pop loudly as she groans in deep agony. "POP! POP!" the small bones inside her white dress moved the wrong way with a nasty sound. "Ahg! Stop it! It hurts so bad!" she cried, her red lips hitting the mud tiles hard. "You talked about your dignity, Vanessa," Evan says softly, his boot resting casually on the back of her neck. His black leather shoe felt heavier than a giant iron block, pressing her chin deep into the splinters. "Now look a

Elder Alistair lies in the debris of the Council chamber, his expensive robes covered in stone dust and his own blood.The big white stones were broken into small pieces all around his head."You... you dirty rogue demon," Alistair choked out, his mouth leaking a lot of hot red fluid."How can a boy with no core do this to my gold body?" the old elder asked with a very white face.He tries to stand, but Evan’s boot descends onto his chest, pinning him to the floor with the weight of a mountain."BOOM!" a loud sound went through the dark room as his black leather shoe pressed down hard."Ahg! My ribs are splitting open!" the old man shrieked, his hands shaking on the floor tiles."The Divine-Grade Life-Core," Evan demands, his shadow-blade hovering just a millimeter above Alistair’s right eye.The long black knife [Despair] crackled with a very bad purple fire that made the white steam turn hot."Tell me how to open the inner sanctum vault without triggering the self-destruct mechanism

The thick, purple lightning dissipates to reveal Evan standing tall, his dark silk clothes now laced with shifting, cosmic silver runes.The big dark sky stopped throwing down the noisy purple lines, and the air became very quiet."Look at his clothes, Seraphina!" Linnea yelled, her small hands holding her green dress very tight."The nice silver drawings are moving around his arms like little living bugs!" she shouted with big joy."His whole body is glowing like a beautiful piece of smooth jade stone," she added, her face turning pink.His skin radiates a flawless, jade-like clarity, and his presence makes the remaining elite mages outside fall to their knees.Thousands of rich lords who were hiding in the street corners dropped their long swords with a loud bang."My legs are too weak! I can not stand up before his big black coat!" a capital captain screamed in fear."The smell of his dark power is pressing my forehead straight into the mud tiles!" another one shrieked.Vanessa wat