Eon started to make calculations. These were complex calculations that he himself had come up with or that he learned from his years of travel and experienced. These were the formulas that made up his legacy.
The angered Blurak curled his hand into a fist. He pulled back like a drunk and angry man about to strike a well-learned scholar. The face of Eon as he saw this was indifferent. Not even the blood that dripped from his mouth from his internal injuries could make him view Blurak as a threat.
A resounding bang enshrouded the boss room as Blurak's meaty fist pressed down on the empty space in front of it.
"HUUUUMAAAAN!!!!" Blurak screamed trying to muster more power, but his fist never reached the fancy human.
