The mages from the Zulivan Kingdom looked at Aizel with wide-open eyes, as if they couldn't believe what they were seeing.
It was almost impossible to believe that he had killed four Grade III mages in such a short amount of time.
Yet the evidence lay before them, undeniable and astounding.
"T... Attack him altogether. Keep an eye on his weird tools." The mage who had given the order before shouted.
"Yeah, that's more like it," Aizel replied.
In a formidable surge, all 23 mages charged at Aizel from every direction, converging on him in a unified assault.
Aizel's hands shivered a little, and a rush of excitement made goosebumps pop up all over his body.
He felt a rush of adrenaline mixed with fear as he prepared to take on such a powerful group of foes.
"BRING IT ON....."
The blades and chains in Aizel's hands ignited with fiery brilliance as he skillfully wielded them in a mesmerizing, circular motion.
