'How!? How can a monster like this exist in a Seed World? We are part of the Depravita Race, yet he is playing with us as if we were mere toys!' Horus clenched his teeth, the rage and hatred that defined his existence bursting with even greater intensity as he watched two more Humanoids of Dark Sky fall, knowing they would not be the last.
The Grand Humanoids and Humanoids of Dark Sky had suffered too many severe and crippling wounds, with the Spear of Doom claiming many of their limbs, diminishing their battle power with each exchange.
In stark contrast, the Red King showed not even the slightest wound on his body. His energy pool burned with the intensity of a small star. As the battle raged on, it was no surprise that casualties continued to mount for the Dark Sky forces.
