Standing right beside Brittany, his instincts took over in an instant. His hand shot to the hilt of his Meteoired Sword, its blade shimmering with the ethereal light of fallen stars. In a single, fluid motion, Alex unleashed its hidden power.
Whoosh—CRASH!
A wave of raw energy exploded from his sword, a shockwave that tore through the air with blinding speed. The two would-be assassins were thrown back with bone-shattering force, slamming into the stone walls of the hall. The impact echoed like thunder, the sheer force leaving cracks in the walls as they slumped to the ground, motionless.
The hall fell silent, the crowd frozen in awe.
Alex stepped forward, his eyes blazing with cold fury, the glowing sword still humming with power at his side. His voice was a dangerous growl, low but carrying across the hall. "Fools," he muttered, "You dare touch her?"
