In front of the Overseer stood a sharp sword made of pure energy and Sword Heart Intent clearly surpassing the limits of what the Overseer could handle.
As a matter of fact, even the Provincial Lord, or the previous Lords of the Province would have trouble dealing with this attack.
"What the fuck!?
I am Fucked!"
At that moment the Overseer couldn't help but scream exactly what he was thinking, as this was beyond his limits of acceptance.
Even if he used all the trump cards, and the life saving graces that he had he was well aware of the fact that he wasn't going to survive.
The situation was most certainly against any expectations or imagination he might have had.
He felt a need to escape in order to survive, but where could he even go at this point, did he have a way of escaping and surviving this cursed fate?
