Neraxis steadily walked back to the center, where most of the people were gathered.
This ti around, they weren't trying to do anything drastic like the first girl.
However, there was one person in particular who didn't seem amused.
"You're the fucking Whisperer, aren't you?" he grumbled, holding up so scrawny man by the collar.
"C-Co on, man! What do you think I-I can do with a f-fucking stutter!?" the scrawny man shot back.
However, that didn't seem to appease the man, as in the very next mont, he brought the scrawny man's face straight down toward the table.
As he did, a loud crack resounded throughout the entire prison, making everyone nearby flinch.
"Tch, guess I was wrong," the man grumbled, his gaze darting around the room until eventually, it landed on the person beside Neraxis—Liam.
"You, you look like the—"
To everyone's surprise, the man's arm suddenly caught on fire.
The situation was similar to how Neraxis had been burned by the sun.
"AAAH! What the fuck!? Put it out!"
The man panicked, but of course, it didn't stop there, as his entire body slowly turned to ash, until finally...
Neraxis stared speechlessly.
He had been planning on killing them so he could finish the trial faster. However, it seed like there was no way around it.
While he was pondering that, a familiar set of system ssages appeared.
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