Chapter CVII

“So you think I’m the weakest.” Metikulo suddenly stopped struggling, he was now breathing heavily, feeling an uncontrollable fire blaze inside of him upon hearing those words.

Alexander’s grin slowly disappeared. When he felt the sudden surge of energy that appeared within the boy that he was holding. In a matter of moments, he was blown away by the said child. The boy did it without even invoking a spell or moving a muscle. He let out a low grunt, wincing when he felt the sting of the attack. His smug face completely faded when he saw what the three boys had now turned into. His eyes suddenly were filled with a sense of anxiety and excitement upon gazing at the familiar form the three had taken.

“Well, well. Seems like I also need to take this seriously,” He says to himself, ripping the remaining clothing that was hanging on his shoulder in preparation for their next round.

Giro, Cicero, and Metikulo had now broken their mother’s seal. Having re