Psycho X Psychic

Teren looked around the room once more and saw that all windows were tightly locked. However, they would be underestimating his strength if they thought he couldn't break through there. Even through the metallic door, it was possible.

However, he has to distract them first before making any movement.

"Kenavie, stop..."

Ivan said when he saw Kenavie about to shove her nails into Teren's arms. With her reddened face, blood accumulating inside, she stopped and just focused on breathing since Teren didn't completely block her airpath.

"Okay, my ears are open, Ivan."

Teren said as he pulled the knife from Oldren's chest and pointed it towards Kenavie.

"Sure, sure, we can work this out. You are surrounded, Teren. If you commit something irreversible, don't think of coming out of here alive."

"Even with Dehian alive?"

Teren asked.

"We've heard that psychic hates you to the guts. If you're killed here, I think she will thank us instead and spare us in her future cleansing."

"Are you trying to negotiate or piss me off?"

Teren showed irritability to make Ivan panic a little bit more.

"Fine, here's the deal. Release the maid and we'll let you walk out as easy as that."

Ivan said but his composure is falling, seeing that the knife was near the face of his beloved. He greatly regretted putting Kenavie in that position. However, if it was other people, they would've done worse. After all, she was the only Elite who is willing to accomplish this scheme.

"How about you let me walk out first before I release her?"

Teren asked as the blade slid through Kenavie's cheek, letting a lot of blood drip down. At that moment, Teren noticed that Ivan's reaction was different that he expected. Ivan didn't seem to be angry when he wounded Kenavie, instead, his expression slightly suggested that he's hopeful.

Other people wouldn't be able to see it but Teren didn't let any minor detail go past his eyes.

Immediately, he released his hands, not letting them touch the blood from a Serpen Elite.

"Kenavie, come here!"

Ivan immediately reached out his hand as his throat shone with yellow and orange brilliance. When he got a hold of her, a fiery beam came out of his mouth. Unlike Eron that can be akin to a flamethrower, Ivan's fire breath was akin to a death laser.

Fwoosh-!!*

A bright light engulfed everyone's sight as everything that the first touches were burned and obliterated then it was accompanied by a booming sound.

This took the attention of everyone and a high-level warning sounded off afterward.

"That's Ivan's fire! I knew Teren couldn't be trusted!"

Eron turned invisible and flew off.

But when he noticed that someone was following, he stopped and said.

"First, you're not coming, help the others have a safe evacuation."

"Wait, Uncle! I could help!"

First revealed herself but Eron just continued traveling, leaving the words-

"Listen to your elders. I'm serious."

This left First frustrated but she turned around to take Eight and the other Dragolites to take care of the others.

When Eron reached the master's room, he saw Ivan kneeling near the bed.

"Ivan..."

"Eron, Eldest is dead."

A cold shiver coursed through Eron's entirety as he heard that. Debilitation covered his knees as he stumbled forward, keeping his balance intact. Even if he doesn't like how Oldren acts as a leader, he was still their brother.

He didn't think that it would hit him this hard.

When the news that Oldren was poisoned and is in a critical position, he didn't think much about it. He was worried but not too much. In his head, he believes that Oldren would just recover as if nothing happened and everything will return to normal.

But death is irreversible.

"I'm sorry, Eron, I let the devil in and it costs us our brother."

Ivan said as tears of guilt glided through his cheeks.

"The Devil Himself...?"

Eron didn't let his tears fall. Mourning could only be done after they avenged their brother.

"Where is he?"

"He escaped."

Ivan answered and that's when Eron disappeared.

Meanwhile, Teren was running through the woods while he was healing. A bit of poison got to him while the parts of his arm got burnt. Like the poison, the wound kept burning as if the flame was unending.

Therefore, he stopped to rest. The yard of the Drago House is as big as an entire city. What's interesting is that they didn't seem to trim the thick woods here. Just as he expected, the smell of smoke reached his nose.

The moment he stood up, he saw that fire was raining down from the sky, letting the woods catch a wildfire.

"If I get hit directly by Ivan's fire, I wouldn't be able to heal."

Meanwhile, Dehian was fidgeting above. She was getting erratic and irritated. Should she just stay there? But isn't staying there for the best?

Looking from above, she could see how a land as vast as this get caught on fire fast. Even she would give some ample effort to remove those first.

"I would need some help for this."

Teren muttered as he took out his phone and texted Trisha.

[Trisha, if you look around can you see a large amount of smoke?]

A moment later, she replied.

[Yeah, I can see it through my window. What's with that?]

[No time to explain, go there and help me.]

[Wait, I'm going to finish my breakfast first then rest. You know the consequences of moving too much with a full stomach.]

Teren rolled his eyes and just placed his phone back in his pocket. He doesn't understand what she's trying to convey but he could get some time.

But when the sound of fire raining stopped, Teren's instincts kicked in which made him dodge and run. His original position was met with a colossal burst of flame, immediately turning even the thickest woods into ashes and rocks and soil to molten.

Eron revealed himself before taking off his sunglasses. Upon removal, his flaming eyes could be seen. He pointed forward and told the unknown number of invisible Drago people behind him.

"Leave nothing but ashes."