Building energy as he ran, it could be seen that the faint red glow coming out of the armour got brighter and brighter, but mak's guards began to get dried of their essence, as the physical eyes could see blood and mana flowing out of their pores, eyes and nose then flying to merge in with Mak's armour. 'oh, i see why you were mad uncle Ter' Tor said as he observed the Man who now bore no semblance to human but a blood bathed blood hungry beast. 'that is not even the most terrifying part, i guess you should wrap the farce up tor.' the great elder said with an infuriated look. He could no longer watch what Bak was doing to his people even though they had been plotting against him with Mak. 'oh ok, but i would have liked to see where he was going with this.'
Tor stated dejectedly as he began charging towards the now crazed Mak, first slowly but as he sped up his image began flashing as he seemed to have broken through space and appeared in font of mak a lot faster, which startled him and having built massive momentum mixed with spatial energy which was highly unstable, because this wasn't internal mana but direct spatial energy from the environment. At their point of meeting mak went for a gut punch, as the knuckles on his armour turned into blood red spikes ready to rip Tor apart, but before he could feel it connect, he saw the outstretched hand of the ten year old as the massive spatial energy Tor was building up, took shape and shot out engulfing Mak's torso and shot all the way up into the skies.
By the time the lights and dust were settling slowly, all that was left was Mak's lower body, Tor looke disappointed and the great elder looked like he had been a bit placated. 'uncle Ter can i get going now?' Tor asked as he looked at the great elder who now appeared right next to him. 'you are getting too flashy' the great elder expressed discontent at Tor's performance during the fight. 'its hard to find a good opponent uncle ter, you told me to treat it as a savoury meal' tor said diligently as he quoted the great elder. 'yes but the most important thing i taught you was to keep damage at a minimal' Ter said referring to the last attack which actually tore a hole in the fortress dome, that was unprecedented. 'ha, he did like 80% of the damage' Tor ignored the great elder blaming everything on Mak as he pointed at what was let of him. 'i meant yours and his' The great elder responded discontent with Tor's nonchalant attitude. 'fine i apologise uncle ter. plus whats the problem machas squad could handle it in no time, hohoho' Tor responded care freely inspecting the now deceased mak's blade. It was enchanted and had a crest that sealed it so only Mak's marked successors could use it. 'well i hope where you're going you find your own macha' the great elder said exasperated, due to the fact that when he said damage Tor thought structures, then how about the casualties… 'eww no i don't roll that way' tor said as he had a disgusted face on and tossed the blade away. the great elder did not even bother retorting because he wasn't sure if they were talking about the same thing anymore.
'we greet the Great elder,' the palace guards lead by macha appeared in front of Ter their helmets in hand and greeted him with respect. 'oh you guys are late' the great elder said with the rarely seen smile. 'congratulations on squashing the coup great ter' the guard captain stated with a large smile on. although the central fortress was far away it was nothing for the sight of someone at macha's level. 'thank you macha' the great elder said shamelessly even though he knew macha saw what happened. 'so tor as a gift for your journey here is a map of something nice, i hope you enjoy.' the great elder stated feeling good about the coup being squashed without him interfering. 'not only did you not reward me for settling your problems, you also send me on an errand? i can see you have no conscience uncle Ter.' tor responded as he had an unhappy look on his face. 'what else can i give you that you haven't already taken away?' the great elder retorted looking at the ungrateful Tor.
At this moment, those who fled were beginning to return and had missed most of the end but still staring at Tor in awe of what they had seen. 'did you see that?' One of the spectators asked someone close to him as he tapped himself to wake up. 'yes but not to the end' the other one responded absent minded as he stared at Tor. 'my goodness i didn't know people below the age of 50 could reach the level of grandmaster' Another spectator stated looking utterly frightened. 'no i think that he's in a higher realm because lark was squashed by him and he was high tier grandmaster.' The informed citizen from the start had come back and his voice held utter admiration. 'did you see how many elders and successors ganged up on him and still couldn't put a scratch on him' the people kept commenting on the battle not daring to believe what happened. 'that tor is destined to do great things. he may just be a little behind my may in power but he is still 10 years younger' cana praised tor while still favouring her disciple. 'amazing, elder ter you have been holding secrets from me, tell me did you step in at the end to finish mak off? he deserved this for all the atrocities which he has committed. using evil weapons and even trying to assassinate one of the younger generation' cliff said in a loud speech.