Chapter 200: Jacoby's Death: Peter Shadboult Arrives in Easton

Jacoby's lips twitched, the corner of his mouth twisting into a cold smile. Still young-shooting his mouth off. Take his life with a single move? In Jacoby's eyes, that kind of arrogance was just digging his own grave. In the next breath, Jacoby slowly raised his hand. True force gathered silently in his palm. A bead the size of a walnut formed, its surface swirling with a dull azure sheen. The air seemed to buckle around it, humming low. With a flick of his fingers, the bead shot forth, straight...