As the forces of the Xaos Kingdom methodically set up their encampment, the sense of urgency within the Azarin Empire's capital reached a fever pitch. From atop the white walls, His Holiness Jerom's panic only deepened with each passing moment, the dread evident in his eyes.
'This distance is more than enough for that man to unleash that energy beam and strike the capital!' The sight of the enemy so close was enough to stoke the flames of his fear, as the trauma from the Strong Hammer Military Base still haunted him. However, soon that fear turned into a blazing inferno of frustration and rage.
Jerom's eyes burned with fury as he turned to the generals, who had yet to obey his command and refused to mobilize the soldiers, making them march outside the capital. The anger that simmered beneath the surface began to boil over, and without warning, Jerom raised his energy in a surge of raw power.
