"This is the rise of a new era!" A bandit, accompanied by a group of twenty thugs sauntered into a luxurious household, kicking down the iron gates casually.
The one at the lead wore a reddish crown, one that strengthened him beyond human levels. He carried a sabre that weighed thirty kilograms, a weight that wasn't wieldable. But in his hands, it was akin to a thin wooden stick as it freely moved as he deemed fit.
Boom!
With a snort, he flailed the sabre, shredding three guards into severed pulp, roaring in excitement, "Kill all the men and capture the women. We'll have a feast tonight."
"Please, spare me." A guard shouted, clutching his severed hand as he crawled backwards in fear. He stared at the bandit as if he were a monster.
