Bryce Xavier took a deep breath, his eyes burning with excitement, glued to Bella Green, eagerly anticipating her next move.
In the distance, the youth in mid-air suddenly raised his hand, his ten fingers long and slender. His movements were slightly stiff, not agile, as if a demon oppressed in hell for countless years had once again seen the light of day, stretching a body that had almost become numb to him.
Suddenly, the person suspended in mid-air moved, stepping forward, his gait as natural as walking on flat ground.
"Since I'm not dead, I'll take over the game." The young man tilted his head, smiling arrogantly and wickedly, "You should die."
The bloodthirsty excitement flickered in his dark eyes, as if he treated this slaughter as a game that brought him pleasure.
A game with blood as entertainment...
That last look, those words, were like an invisible hand gripping the throats of everyone present.
