The moment his fist crashed into the wall, its foundation shook. His punch created a deep crater, which formed cracks like a spider's web. Spread out in multiple craters as the wall collapsed, sending stone and glass blasting at Valan's father.
Boom!
Ivan's mouth dropped, watching the stones rip the man apart before his body rolled across the ground and stopped moving.
He turned to his son's figure with a sense of amazement.
"You've grown so fast..." He muttered.
Nikolai's hand looked deformed, several fingers broken after the punch, which caused a throbbing ache to spread through his hand. A sharp, burning pain pulsed as if he dipped his hand into a pan of searing hot oil.
"Damn it, I couldn't control my emotions."
"That's an understatement, your arm looks horrible. We should hurry up and head to the dock."
"Why would you do something like that?!"
A soft yet struggling voice escaped her lips, interrupting the father and son.
