Silence descended.
A silence only broken by the rhythmic breaths Ruck took as his chest heaved. A wave of confusion washed over everyone, a thick sense of disbelief choking the air even more than the acrid smell of melting iron.
They had their doubts about the Chaos-powered weapons; however, it working was one thing, but working this well?
How could it be possible that a normal man was given enough strength to send a mage flying back?
"Ten F Rank beasts," Ryan muttered with a smile, an answer to the question that seemed to linger in the minds of everyone present.
"Currently, Ruck has the power of over ten F Rank Mana Beasts," Ryan explained. Although it was just a theory, one Ryan thought had to be correct, after all, the shards are made from the power of ten F Rank cores.
The sound of metal scraping the floor called back everyone's attention to the fight. Grant's armor screeched and groaned as he stood back up on his feet.
