"Sir our instruments have detected a massive spike in energy levels coming from the one called Gideon." In one of the command ships of the pale race, a handler told the commander with a slightly anxious expression on his face.
"Oh, he must have gotten angry when we killed that girl. The AP15 cannon worked perfectly! Though it may be a little bit more difficult to kill him, it shouldn't be too much trouble." The commander said almost dismissively.
"But sir-"
"Enough! In front of the combined might of our fleet even transcendent ranked mages would have to bow our heads. Talkless of that trash. Have more fate in your own race." The commander reprimanded the handler and the guy nodded and stayed quiet.
Still, he stared at the readings on the instruments in front of him and couldn't shake the feeling of dread in his heart.
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