"Yes Kin-Emperor, We were happy to hear you get such a talent and legendary weapon in your kingdom. We hope to have good relations with you and Hastinapur."
The messenger said in a trembling tone wiping the sweat bead on his forehead, nearly preventing himself from falling on the ground with his shaking legs.
He is himself a warrior of the Rathi class who saw many warriors even stronger in his kingdom sparring with each other, So he witnessed what level of power these warriors had.
And yet what he felt just moments ago can't be compared to all these powers he seen in his life combine. He felt like the end of the world was going.
There was not even a will to fight back like a warrior like him does who follows the motto of dying on sword is more honourable than to die of thousand cuts but here he could not raise even thought of rebellion.
