AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!
As the being concluded his spell, expanding the fog hundreds of meters below Berkah's lightning branch, deafening screams of war cries shook the earth and reverberated throughout the airs above.
It was so loud that it gave the impression of a cataclysm, as if the earth itself was being split in half like an egg, the vibrations were so intense that Berkah felt them in his very soul.
[Shit... That's way too many.]
Still paralyzed and lying sprawled across his lightning branch, Berkah could sense the sheer number of the being's army, which was comparable to a termite colony.
"You fucking warmonger...Wheeze."
Berkah turned his eyes to the bloodied, yet, still strikingly handsome man before him and saw that his expression was one of pure elation, his perfect, pearly white teeth glistening exquisitely.
"Now then, I sincerely hope your subordinates can hold on for at least a century."
