"Raise… Aim… Release…"
As the deadly rain of poison arrows descended from the sky, Kent stared at them with a smirk. Like an emotional being, the divine disc began rotating in a blur, ready to unleash.
The battlefield held its breath, as they wondered how Kent could avoid poison. But no one knows that he is the real master of poison.
Just as the arrows reached close to the throne, the divine disc hovering above Kent spun with unmatched precision, slicing through every arrow that dared to approach.
The arrows disintegrated into dust. But the poison spread heavily in the air around Kent. The once clear atmosphere became a haze of venom, a suffocating mist that even the most seasoned warriors feared.
But Kent, seated on his majestic throne, showed no sign of fear. His eyes remained calm, even as the deadly cloud surrounded him.
"Vaishali," [Chariot spirit name] Kent called out, "protect the charioteer."
