Lucas shrieked, tracing his back with his bare hand to search for the knife Maynard threw at him. He didn’t know he’d recover easily! Slowly, Lucas turned around, pinpointing the weapon in the pEzrass. He pulled it out without hesitancy, squirming from the stab wound.

Lucas hissed. He could felt his gash throbbing. The blood flowing out from it, the cold flame burning him. Lucas threw the knife with force, releasing the transmission from his grip along the way. Now, Maynard has really done it.

He didn’t want to take him seriously. Despite being a part of this plan, he didn’t want to harm a friend. He couldn’t hurt his...