Intu clenched his teeth as he watched Sanzon flee into the distance.
He had abandoned the pursuit of the other King-Tier powerhouse on the battlefield because he believed that the kill was not guaranteed. Sanzon, however—a wounded Peak Alpha Omega Overgod—had been a calculated target. Even if such a kill would not change the course of the war, it would still be a remarkable achievement.
Now that opportunity had slipped through his fingers.
All because of the man in the red mask.
For a brief instant, rage surged through Intu's mind. But just as quickly, it vanished.
He was a King-Tier Royal Blutlinie.
Emotional instability had no place in his realm.
Drawing upon the full force of his will and soul, Intu calmed his heart. His massive bastard sword rose slowly as he adopted a battle stance. The ocean beneath them trembled in response.
The world around him began to distort.
