Each second brought with it a new death, the ground beneath them soaking in the gold and crimson blood of both sides.
Amidst the chaos, the demon generals issued a dire warning to their troops, their voices cutting through the din of battle.
[STAY CLEAR OF THE PROGENITOR GODSLAYER'S DIRECTION!]
One of the Four-Star Generals barked, eyes wide as they glanced toward Arthur in the sky.
The crimson-silver tendrils of destruction energy crackled and writhed around him like serpents, wildly lashing out at anything that dared come too close. Even from a distance, the sheer destructive force was palpable.
The generals knew better than to let their men become collateral damage again.
'The gods are not weakened; they still have their full power.'
Glancing back towards the sky, he asked.
'Why isn't he using his weakening ability?'
It wasn't hard to guess the answer to his question; Arthur was holding back.
