Chapter 124 What Grudge, What Hate

• Out in the middle of the lake, Larr was still stunned. Timothy didn’t give him another second to space out—his clawed weapon snapped out with a sharp flick.
• The claw slipped free of his left hand and howled through the air. Trailing behind it was a pitch-black steel wire.
• The claw shot toward Larr, but instead of killing him like you’d expect, it swept past his neck. Momentum carried the wire around his throat and cinched tight.