“How did you do that?!” Adam asked aggressively as he hurriedly turned to Jeremiah. He had never seen a situation where something thrown by someone shattered something as strong as their magical shield. It was inconceivable to even think about but it just happened right in front of his eyes. In less than a minute, Jeremiah had done two things he thought were impossible. Avoid his IMPLOSION and shattered Dean’s shield which was one of the best in Dark Emblem. Jeremiah groaned and said “So you care about your partner? I wouldn’t have expected that emotion to exist in your organization” Adam frowned while Dean caught his breath. “How does it feel when someone you know gets hurt? Doesn’t feel good, does it? Well, tell that to the families of all the people you killed and the guests at the welcome ceremony who you almost killed” said Jeremiah with a tone of disgust in his voice. Immediately, Adam’s eyes widened. “The welcome ceremony? How did you know about that— wait a minute! Wha

Turns out Jeremiah had taken a page off of Dean’s book. Distract the enemy and move while they are focused on something else. From the distance between the two of them and Jeremiah’s speed, it would take him a second to get to Dean. Unfortunately, it would only take Dean a second to cast the IMPLOSION spell, so without taking his eyes off Jeremiah while his hand was still pointed at David, Dean cast the spell. After he finished and the destructive energy shot out his hand, Dean smirked victoriously. There was nothing Jeremiah could do to stop David’s death—Dean thought. Unfortunately for him, Jeremiah had already planned ahead, and it was at that moment Dean realized that he was seeing Jeremiah’s face and not the motorcycle helmet anymore. Jeremiah had taken the helmet off before he started dashing towards Dean and David, and once close enough, he threw it towards them. Dean retracted his hand that had shot the IMPLOSION spell at David and went into a defensive stance to prote

“Now that I don’t have to worry about another person’s safety anymore, I can go as hard as I want to. Let’s see how you do with nobody to hide behind” Jeremiah smirked. Dean, who heard that sentence and felt belittled, scoffed. “Don’t think I’m going to make it easy for you. It doesn’t matter if you’re the reincarnation of Crimson, the power dragon or not, I’m not going to go down as easy as you think” “We’ll see about that” Jeremiah replied and with that, the battle started. Dean raised his hands the same way he did when he and Adam were trying to absorb the magical energy they thought David had. His hands were like that of a pastor preaching to a congregation and without wasting a second, he started casting a spell. Watching and reading Dean’s lips from where he stood, Jeremiah saw that what he was saying was different from what he said when he cast IMPLOSION or SHIELD, meaning that whatever he was casting was a different spell. Not knowing what that spell was or what it

The way Jeremiah held Dean up by his neck— his toes barely touching the floor— the mage started suffocating. However, his ego wouldn’t let him beg Jeremiah to let him go. Instead, he tried to take advantage of the fact that he and Jeremiah were so close to try and attack Jeremiah again. Dean reached into his pocket for a knife, while also using all his willpower to retain consciousness, and he tried to stab Jeremiah.Unfortunately for him, Jeremiah was just too fast and observant to be taken down like that. He saw Dean reaching into his pocket for something and the moment he pulled out a knife, Jeremiah grabbed his wrist.“Not so fast,” Jeremiah said and started squeezing Dean’s wrist.“Come on. Drop it” Jeremiah instructed, and the pain of his hand being crushed plus the fact that he was about to pass out forced Dean to let go of the knife.“Good” Jeremiah smirked, then he looked at Dean’s face and continued to wonder what he should do with him. He had promised to kill both him a

A couple of minutes ago, after David left the room Jeremiah and Dean were in, like Jeremiah instructed, he roamed around the building trying to find the exit.“Why is it so hard to leave this fucking place?!” David complained then, without meaning to, flash-backed to Jeremiah telling him to leave and he smacked his tongue.“That bastard! Telling me what to do like he owns me or something. Who the fuck does he think he’s talking to?!” David clenched his fists “Just because he’s the heir apparent, he thinks he has the right to command me like I’m one of the useless castle servants. Well, just wait until I take that position back.” David smacked his tongue, then he let go of any further thoughts concerning Jeremiah— for the moment at least.“I wonder what happened with the welcome ceremony. Did Benson and the others do their jobs like they were supposed to? Speaking of jobs, that bastard, Desmond, dared to disobey me like that,“ David said, remembering how Desmond had disregarded his or