The battle in the mountains raged on simultaneously and brought pure mindless destruction. Many mountains ceased to exist, and many animals died without even feeling an ounce of pain.
Worse than any earthquake, worse than any flood, worse than any storm—it was the wrath of wizards and knights that brought the most annihilation.
"You killed my brother!" Zelfim roared and swung his blazing red sword toward Aurora, who dodged the blade instead of trying to fight the incoming slash.
But she also mocked him, as mindless Zelfim was much more predictable. "Foolish barbarian, it's not just your brother we killed! Don't you remember where we came out of?"
For a few seconds, Zelfim stayed standing on a frozen lake. His face slowly turned black as he realised what Aurora truly meant. His fist clenched on the hilt of his long rare sword, and his breath became rapid. "Y-You killed my people?"
