BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
A devastating catastrophic explosion erupted many thousands of kilometers away from the Shionel Confederation, flinging away multiple Martial Sages with the sheer concussive force of the blast wave.
"COME ON!!!" Sage Damian roared with a maniacal grin. "IS THAT THE BEST YOU CAN DO?! MY SON HITS HARDER THAN YOU, MAGGOTS!"
The nine Martial Sages of the enemy alliance grew grim as they glared at him with spite.
Yet, they didn't seem so eager to go anywhere near him. Despite that, they were in far better condition than the Martial Sage and the two others who stood behind him. They had a vast numeric advantage that guaranteed them a victory.
The only problem was…
"What's the matter with you pussies, huh?" A hint of madness lingered in the depths of his eyes. "FIGHT! I LOST AN ARM, YOU WORTHLESS SHITHEADS. THERE'S TWICE AS MANY OF YOU, AND YOU'RE STILL SCARED!"
