Throughout his life, he had never felt so vulnerable before.
A single attack from a man he considered acquaintance had broken all defenses he could summon, bringing him to his knees and letting him understand how fleeting the life could be.
'This monster.' Though barely floating in the air with his blood wings, he looked toward the fight that was taking place in front of him.
'He is a monster.' General Vera, the known Martial God was adept at all kinds of fighting techniques, which were displayed by the floating arms made out of gold he summoned around him, which rivaled each and every tentacle that shot out of the burning meat goop that Farhad had turned into.
"Move… don't think and keep moving." Amir considered it a stroke of good luck that the camp had already been cleared a while ago and most of the sleeping bodies were loaded onto the trucks. If not for that, the shockwaves from the fight alone would have caused a massive amount of damage to the people here.
