Prince was filled with terror, backing away with his assault rifle in hand.
"Rat-tat-tat-tat…!!" Terrifying tongues of fire swept forth, spraying a barrage of bullets at Jonathan who stood close by.
But Jonathan was quicker.
Before the bullets could reach him, he had already vanished from sight.
In the blink of an eye, his figure appeared behind Prince.
His fair and refined hand gently pressed against Prince's neck.
Just like that, he gripped Prince's neck, lifting him entirely off the ground.
Prince's pupils dilated, trembling with fear...
At that moment, it felt like his neck was about to be snapped.
Amidst his trembling fear, he aimed the assault rifle in his hand at Jonathan...
"Pluft." But before he could fire, his entire arm was cleanly severed by a silvery flash.
The arm
