I am arrogant because everything I have is what I created with my hands.

“My ward??? Heh!” The older man let out a shallow laugh “We just have an employer- employee relationship. I don’t care what he does.” The older man shrugged “As long as I do my job, he pays me and as long as he has the money to pay me, I will do my job.”

“And right now, the only thing standing between me and that pay cheque is you.” The older man raised his hand to strike but was stopped by a force field that seemed to pull him back.

“You forget… I am master’s chosen.” Chris chuckled “Do you think you can use master’s art to harm me?”

“Che!” The older man sneered “Do you think I need to harm you to hurt you? You think too beautifully.” He raised his hand, throwing the flame towards Night Wing as soon as he finished speaking. However, the fire ball froze mid-way in flight.

“Looks like you have forgotten master’s teachings.” Chris shook his head helplessly as he snapped his fingers. The fireball that was frozen in mid-air, dispersed in the form of snow and ash particles.

“What did I forg