"It seems I underestimated the few of you somewhat after all. You do have a bit of skill to you, I'll give you that. I wonder if you were just pulling your punches a moment ago, or..." The figure in the shadow did not move its feet, yet its form flickered as if it had drawn closer by several steps, and the next moment, it appeared directly before Sebas, who was standing at the very front of the group! Sebas reacted quickly, winding up a massive fist and striking upward, but the instant his palm swept through the shadow's head, the shadow vanished once more, leaving Sebas with nothing in his hand save a scrap of pitch-black cloth.
"Truly possessing superhuman strength; the God of Strength lives up to his reputation indeed. Too bad your speed falls a bit short. Try a little harder next time—you almost touched me." A figure slowly emerged from behind a tree, the tone dripping with provocation.
"I originally had no intention of making a move against any of you; you have only yourselves to blame for your own impatience. I happen to be someone who holds a serious grudge, so if I should accidentally kill all of you... well, you'll simply have to blame your own bad luck." The figure in black tilted his head slightly. Though his eyes were invisible, one could tell he was staring straight at Clara, his tone seemingly taking on a hint of mockery. "If I were to accidentally kill you... I really would love to see his expression. It's bound to be most amusing."
Chapter 61