The Ten Sages continued to look at Karsha with varied expressions: shock, pain, fury, fear—but above all, anger. In less than two minutes, Karsha had killed thousands.
These people were their subordinates, friends, and clan members, yet now only bones covered in dried flesh lay scattered on the ground.
The spectators were horrified; even the Four Great Sages looked on in shock at the carnage on the battlefield. Not a single drop of blood stained the ground.
All that remained were the lifeless, bony bodies of the thousands from the Bloodfiend Mercenary Clan.
"Fine, if you won't attack, I will," Karsha said, reaching to unsheath the sword which would unleash a dense, bloodthirsty aura that would have sealed the Sages allowing him to kill them easily.
However, just as his hand touched the hilt of the sword, his Soul weapon, the Enigma, vibrated within his soul sea.
