Cassel wiped out his opponents as if they were nothing more than flies. He didn't even look human—taking down every challenger with a single flick of his finger. He didn't exert effort, didn't show strain, didn't even break his rhythm.
And then, as if his overwhelming strength wasn't terrifying enough, he used a finishing move so powerful it shook the skies themselves.
His lightning ability merged with something else—something deeper, something I couldn't even comprehend.
The sky lit up with a blazing, violent light like a newborn sun. The thick black clouds parted as if terrified of him.
When the lightning struck, it obliterated the entire battlefield. The shockwave was so intense that it nearly hit the spectators, who scattered in blind terror.
That day, the looks in the generals' eyes—and in the eyes of every person who witnessed the scene—changed completely.
Fear.
Pure, absolute fear.
It was as if they had seen the Grim Reaper himself descend from the heavens.
