Ease. That was the only way to describe the dismantling.
Surgen was easily amongst the top geniuses of the Nightingale Empire. If he appeared in the Obsidian Eclipse Sect, he would most certainly have a spot amongst the top 20 of his cultivation rank.
And yet, it was akin to a child — so slow, so uncoordinated, so ill-prepared — that he was butchered right before the eyes of those he called family, everything happening so fast that he didn't even begin to bleed until the pieces of his body had long fallen to the ground.
The Thistle Marquis didn't know how to react, Sigil's eyes were open wide, and Lani was stricken by so much fear that his arm became stuck in the palm-flipping motion that would have pulled his weapon on.
Unfortunately for the last of them, Theron had never taken Surgen seriously enough to be surprised by his own success. The moment he landed on the ground behind him, he had already moved again.
