Invincible.
On a battlefield where the beings present hadn't exceeded the Demi-Mortal Lords Phase, an Earthy Saint was just that—Invincible. Not a single person questioned this statement in their minds, fully believing in its truth. And it was the truth.
The Legion Commander's cold eyes behind his fearsome helmet swept the horizon, observing the far-off beings that were gawking onwards with fear and shock. He had slaughtered the chicken, scaring all these pathetic monkeys. An extraordinarily effective tactic.
However, this moment of superiority was not enough to alleviate his feelings of losing his entire army. If it weren't for that dastardly poison, this never would've happened. If it wasn't for one particular mortal with strange and unique abilities stuffed into a single existence, how could he suffer this catastrophic loss?
