"I am Prince Chandler of the Snow Kingdom. Kneel and bow now, and I'll merely cripple your hands, take your woman, but spare your life. Otherwise, hmm, this thousand-strong ironclad army is not for show."
"Your father is Bladen?"
"Nonsense, you dare to utter my father's name?"
Owen wasted no more words and drew Ice.
"Hahaha, you think you can defeat my thousand ironclad soldiers? Fire the arrows!"
"Stop!" Blight shouted in desperation, but it was too late.
Hundreds of arrows flew towards Owen, who concentrated his power into the blade and slashed down.
The commercial street turned into a bloodbath; Prince Chandler didn't have a single bone left intact under Owen's strike.
Not one of the thousand ironclad soldiers survived.
Amidst his sorrow, Blight immediately mobilized the remaining guards to clean up the blood on the street.
