Shock rippled through the Executioner's gaze as he turned to face the new threat.
But the moment was fleeting, gone in an instant.
The shock vanished, replaced by the same chilling amusement that had dominated his expression.
And there, standing before him, was Anthony.
Anthony stood calmly beside Kingsley.
Even Kingsley, usually composed, was taken aback.
Seraphim, Dale, and Reynold were stunned, their eyes wide with disbelief.
They had all witnessed Anthony's death before their very eyes, yet here he was, standing before them.
The Executioner slowly floated down, his feet landing with a soft but deliberate touch upon the earth.
He regarded Anthony with a cold, calculating gaze, as if studying an existence that defied logic.
The Executioner's voice broke the silence, smooth and almost admiring.
"You never cease to amaze me, Anthony"
With a single, casual motion, he raised his hand.
