Ronad had just been slapped hard in the face—twice. However, his expression was one of complete confusion.
His brain was still rattling in his skull, struggling to process what was happening. But as the third cataclysmic slap landed, sending him flying once more, Ronad's mind finally registered the reality of the situation.
He, a grandmaster+ rank, was being slapped?
Ronad might have been a madman, but he was still prideful to the core. His face twisted with rage, and his eyes burned with fury. He let out a roar that echoed across the battlefield.
The air molecules came under Ronad's immediate command as he called upon his dispersed domain once more.
A palpable wave of energy erupted from Ronad. The winds whipped into a frenzy, the very atmosphere bending to his will as his domain surged outward.
