With his hands crossed beneath his back, Konrad stepped forward. Vast star force that stood leagues above Adalwin's or Hubert's swirled around the Guardian as it adopted its battle stance and aimed its spear at Konrad.
"Although you have the looks, demeanor, and personality, you don't have the foundation."
Konrad commented following a brief assessment, without stopping his walk.
A flame-red star beam shot from the Guardian's spear to barrel into Konrad. He didn't avoid it, and the star beam collided with an invisible barrier that dissolved its assault.
The bright red prism mark on Konrad's forehead glittered in white light, and instantaneously, the Guardian felt the weight of ten thousand mountains crushing it from above.
*THUD*
Unable to shoulder the pressure, it dropped on its knees. Even the spear in its hand now seemed to weight millions of kilograms and tumbled onto the ground.
"Well…shit."
