That jerk was still alive thanks to his bubble. For a reason, all the attacks landing over it didn't work. They just left a few scratches here and there, but it wasn't enough to create cracks.
I wasn't dejected by such a result. I left my Kings to kill the remaining forces inside the shields, while my warriors kept launching my missiles and hit that damn bubble hard.
If it didn't fall after ten minutes, then after ten hours it might. If ten hours isn't enough, then ten days would. In the end, I got this bastard cornered here, and he was going to die.
In fact I didn't like any of those paragons. The ones I met and got real talents never got appreciated by the Hescos higher ups. Just in this situation, a jerk was leading other jerks, and there was no hope for any of them.
I'd never expect much more than tons of artefacts at the hands of these wealthy and spoiled brats. But the generals on their side were a different story.
