The weaker mercenaries were obliterated before they even realized what had happened. Their bodies were flung into the air, caught in the sheer force of the explosion.
But the strongest Tier 4s, the ones foolish enough to stand against him, managed to withstand the impact. Some staggered, barely holding their ground, their faces contorted in shock.
Percival grinned.
{Good. That means I can kill them with my own hands!}
One second he stood in the middle of the ruined platform. The next, he was right in front of the nearest Tier 4 mercenary, his fist already pulling back. The mercenary's eyes widened. There was no time to react. No time to scream. Percival was going to erase him from existence.
But then—
