S-rankers weren't always known for their abilities of mass destruction. Some had utility that when adequately used could do equally dangerous things. Some were just there to be formidable to others of their kinds in individual battles. Which group did Asher belong to?
Well, let's just say, he was an outlier.
With the sky trembling as the earth rumbled, Regina couldn't help but blurt out with her eyes fixed on the descending pillar,
"I thought they said you were a blacksmith!!"
"Huh?!" Asher strained his ears at her question before it finally organised itself in his mind.
"Oh yeah! I am a blacksmith! Want me to make you something? It'll cost a lot though!"
"I'll think about it!" Regina covered her eyes with her elbows as the wind started pushing her back, when all of a sudden, a purple chair with tentacles appeared behind her and strapped her to its seat.
Regina first stared baffled at the chair and then up at Asher.
