Charles observed in silence as his summons were ruthlessly annihilated by Anthony's summons.
He watched as Bellion's sword carved through them with merciless precision, their blood pooling beneath him like a crimson river.
Hela was thrown around like a ragdoll by Beru, her struggles futile against his overwhelming power.
Glug, despite his resilience, teetered on the brink of defeat, unable to match Igris' mastery over Sword Intent.
Yet, Charles remained unmoved.
He did not scream.
He did not charge into battle.
He did not demand answers from Anthony.
He simply sat there, his silence heavier than any words.
He noticed that none of his summons had truly perished, they were left barely clinging to life, as if spared deliberately.
It wasn't an unfamiliar sight.
He and his summons had endured countless battles, witnessing devastation time and time again.
