40 thousand sentients.
It was a sizeable amount... so much that Tycondrius knew he couldn't properly fathom the number.
Still, he appreciated his grisly work being quantified.
The Sapphire Tower and their allied mercenary companies numbered 5000 at the most.
His forces attained an overwhelming victory despite an eight-fold disadvantage.
...He wondered if he was the first Commander in the Realm to claim such an achievement.
However, the expression that Bella wore was not one of pride-- it was of steel.
"May the gods have mercy on your soul."
Before Tycon could respond, he slipped his head down and left.
Bella had launched a mana-empowered right straight, which he dodged on instinct.
She lowered her body, tucking her left fist by her ribcage.
A ⌈Thunderous Uppercut⌋?
Tycon clenched his own fist, hammering it down on Bella's hand to interrupt her Spell.
