“What are you doing, Your Grace?” Nestor’s expression remained unchanged.

“I’m doing away with you!” Dustin kicked himself off the ground and propelled himself forward, stabbing the golden bell forcefully. Strong ripples spread out across the bell once again, but still, it remained intact and did not even budge an inch from its position.

“Your Grace, I came bearing orders from the master. Do you think this is a good idea?” Nestor asked calmly.