Creed's smile vanished instantly.
The moment his eyes locked onto the red-haired youth standing before him, his entire mood flipped upside down.
His shoulders tensed, his hands curled into fists, and without even realizing it, a faint crackling sound started to fill the air around him.
Small, thin arcs of purple lightning flickered around his arms, dancing wildly like they were responding to his rapidly growing rage.
'This bastard!'
His mind raced back to that moment outside the Bastion.
The day Lilith had just finished her tribulation, and he was still in a vulnerable state, and this piece of garbage had tried to kill him without hesitation!
No words. No warning. Just a straight-up attempted execution like he was some disposable insect.
And now, here he was, standing in front of Creed like nothing happened.
Like they were complete strangers!
Creed's rage boiled over. His breathing grew heavier, his body locked up like a coiled spring, ready to explode at any second.
