"Julius," Tyr abruptly exclaimed. The four pillars, and five emperors stared back at him with slight hostility.
"Give me time to decide... whether I will surrender or not." Tyr wanted to delay as much as possible in hopes of the other factions around the world arriving.
'If they come here, I will have a better chance at escaping alive...' This was his main train of thought.
Julius frowned, "Unfortunately, that privilege of yours has already been lost. You have no choice... you will die here today, Tyr."
Tyr clenched his jaw on hearing this.
"Tsk..." One of the younger pillars stepped forward. His face was serious as he raised his hand, "Rain Stampede," he said under his breath.
After a mere second, thousands of water droplets formed in the air before the man.
They conjoined together to form a large bull while not making full contact. The bull snarled before dragging its feet across the ground and rampaging toward Tyr.
