Emery Shaw cursed under his breath. That man clearly had a grudge against him. There was no time to dodge. In an instant, Emery tucked in his arms and legs, even pulling his head into his torso. Within a heartbeat, he transformed into a perfect sphere.
Boom!
The impact shook the entire island like an earthquake had struck. Buildings rattled, waves surged against the shore, and the ground split open in cracks that spidered toward the coast. Tourists stumbled out of their rooms and crowded balconies, their terrified screams cutting through the roar. Chaos swept across the eastern side of Sacred Sea Island.
When the dust finally cleared, a crater five or six meters deep and twenty meters wide scarred the ground. At its center, Emery Shaw was gone. The Dissenters who had been fighting nearby froze, their faces twisted between fear and disbelief. Even the goateed man who led them took a cautious step back.
