"What...?"
"He caught the blade? With two fingers?"
"And he snapped it? That's solid steel! Is he a human or a hydraulic press?"
The onlookers gasped, their eyes bulging. They felt a chill run down their spines. The scene they just witnessed defied physics. A heavy machete, swung with murderous intent, had been stopped by two fingers as casually as one might catch a falling leaf.
And then, the sound of the metal snapping... it was the sound of reality breaking.
Felix Vance stared at the broken handle in his hand. His brain couldn't process it. He looked at Jack Brooks, who stood there with a bored expression, tossing the jagged shard of steel in his hand like a toy.
"Impossible," Felix muttered.
He was the Prince of Northriver. He was used to people cowering. He wasn't used to peopl
