Chapter 4244 The Bitterest Poison (Part 1)

The Awakened inside Zekell’s home glared at Gorko with open envy, wishing their own targets were half as valuable. Unfortunately for Aran, the only thing his attack had accomplished was leaving a bruise on the burly man.

Gorko wore high-quality enchanted armor, and both his mana core and body refinement vastly surpassed Aran’s. The hard-light mace had hit him like a solid punch—but still just a punch.

“And he even knows Light Mastery.” Gorko laughed like a plumber getting called in on the Fourth of July. “This couldn’t be going any better. Too bad you didn’t use a sword, kid. That might’ve actually hurt.”

Aran was only eight years old, not a killer.

He wanted to protect his father, but the thought of seriously hurting another human being was unimaginable to him. As he watched Perna raise her hand toward Raaz again, Aran let Gorko grab him, cursing himself for his hesitation.

Onyx was eight years old too.