"You… how are you this strong?!"
Xaren raised an eyebrow at the question.
"You said I killed your brother. Wouldn't you expect me to be at least as strong as him? Maybe stronger?"
Without waiting for a reply, Xaren used Repulsion to send the angel flying backwards.
As he landed smoothly on his feet, Xaren glanced at the angel— barely managed to stay upright by stabbing his sword into the ground to keep himself from falling backwards—and thought to himself.
'He looks like that half-giant Ilya and I fought. Maybe that guy was his brother. But how did he know I was the one who killed him? Some kind of shared memory?'
Xaren had many questions, but he didn't forget he was on a battlefield. Answers could come later…or never.
He stepped forward, and his dark red aura erupted from his body, sweeping across the ground and crushing stones and small rocks around him with the pressure.
