Magnus's hobby in fighting was clear. After his parent's death, he had spent his time going all over the world which ended up in serving him more lesson in defending his life than others could. He had fought sirens barehanded, he had fought other dragons as well, and these Saintess Cult members which he had expected to be somewhat powerful really disappoint him greatly.
They were nothing but a little creature who couldn't die. A few monsters with a great power to keep them alive but not great enough to fight against someone. Magnus raised the same hand he had been holding to Amara's blade before crushing it to pieces. The blade. The blade that was made up with a metal stron enough to cut a dragon was now rendered to small pieces!
