Her words were proven correct as not a single Terran Sage was able to hold their own against their respective opponents.
"Tsk, weak maggots." Sage Damian spat.
The five Martial Sages before him were unconscious.
His own body was covered with mere wounds and bruises.
He had hoped they would be able to do more.
And yet, of all the battles that the Kandrian Empire experienced, the most underwhelming experienced had been Sage Sayfeel, who was the vanguard of the assault force.
Sage Sayfeel impassively gazed at the two cowering figures of Consul Notera and Consul Sergenilius.
They may have hated each other, yet they didn't deny that the Citadel was the safest place in the Nest of Terra, and they didn't refuse its refuge just to avoid being with each other.
The Martial Sage simply gazed at them with cold disdain.
He didn't hide the murderous bloodlust.
"I owe His Highness everything."
This was the truth.
