Maroc could not even comprehend what was happening as he merely saw a blink of what looked like a whirlpool form in Xander's hands yet This so called whirlpool was completely black and it only had a single feeling easy for Maroc to read. His eyes widened.
The feeling that was emanating from that attack was DEATH itself. He felt his body dissolve into nothingness, Not even molecules.
To the Commander, There wasn't even a single piece of Maroc's body left after that attack.
'It wasn't even an attack.' The commander said, inwardly fearing for his life 'The whirlpool did not even touch King Maroc, It only stopped a few feet right in front of him. What if it hit him?'
Xander turned to the Commander.
"Do you want an answer to that question?" Xander asked, not bothering to suppress all of his rage anymore.
