Chapter 33: Trial IV
"HAHAHA…FEAR ME, ZHERATH'S PEASANTS!! FEAR ME!!" The divine rank individual laughed loudly, relishing the expression marred on the Zherath's soldiers. His voice echoed throughout the battlefield, further diminishing the already broken morale of the soldiers. His very presence was like a storm of despair, suffocating and inescapable.
Cassian narrowed his eyes as he observed the man from his hiding spot. A towering figure clad in crimson armor, his very aura warped the air around him. It wasn't just the overwhelming mana that made him terrifying—it was the way he carried himself, like a god among mortals.
The Zherath soldiers fell to their knees, their faces drained of all hope. Some clutched their weapons in trembling hands, but none had the courage to stand. Their bodies screamed at them to run, but their legs refused to move.
