With another fleeting thought, his senses turned toward the other half of the battlefield, facing a cold-faced Lord Odin. Unfortunately for him, though it was commendable to remain so calm in the face of Dyon's power, his fate was no different.
In an instant, an oppressive battlefield that should have swung heavily in the opposing side's favor, had suddenly swung back. The devastation caused by not one, but two Emperors falling victim to Dyon's power despite the layers of protection they had around them was almost too shocking.
The title spirits sighed a breath of relief. They thought that they might have to battle their way out, but it felt good knowing that their leader thought of their safety first.
"Don't mind us." Legolas laughed, shattering his disguise to reveal a valiant seven-foot-tall slender man with whipping light green hair. "If those two are handled, we'll slaughter our way out."
