"My fellow Masters," Master Krakule managed to squeeze even as he was bombarded by four Martial Masters. "As warriors of Kandria, we ought not to fight amongst each other. What is the meaning of this? Cease this violence and speak with your words, not your Martial Art."
His Martial Embodiment disappeared as the bloody visage of his body became blatantly visible.
The other four Martial Embodiments also froze, before slowly fading away.
Yet the atmosphere grew more perilous.
The homing missile launcher faded away, revealing the identity of the Martial Master.
"Master Ceeran?" Rui whispered with shock, instantly recognizing him.
Yet the man didn't regard him.
Pure perilous rage erupted from him.
It washed over the entirety of the Daracol Region.
Every critter, every beast, every man and woman alike despaired at the wrath of a being that had ascended to a higher state of life.
A single whisper escaped his mouth.
