A splendid double-handed sword, yet to be unsheathed. The blond man pressed both hands on the hilt, the sheathed sword thrust into the ground upside-down, exuding an overwhelming coolness.
Yi Lin cracked a slight smile.
From a distance, he slowly extended his hand toward Hermes, who was showing off on the street.
He crooked his index finger.
"Come here."
"..."
The expression on Hermes's ever-unchanging face, finally changed.
The Iceberg God's eyebrows furrowed slightly.
In an instant, he stomped fiercely on the ground.
Boom!
The moment he moved, the bluestone pavement seemed to have been harshly slapped.
Thump thump thump.
Hermes, clad in heavy armor and striding like a heavy tank, charged towards the outer city wall.
At the empty space Hermes had just occupied, a distinct footprint was left behind, the ground visibly compressed by several centimeters, countless cracks spreading outward like a spider's web.
He's really coming?
On the city wall.
