Although the ambush had come without warning, Thoren was neither intimidated nor shaken.
From the very moment the battle began, his mind had remained calm and razor-sharp, analyzing every movement, every opening, every mistake his enemies made.
Since the clash started, he had been plotting, quietly and how to dismantle them one by one.
This was the first time he had ever faced five Level 16 awakeners simultaneously.
Under normal circumstances, such a lineup would have crushed most opponents instantly.
Yet compared to the monster he had encountered in the ancient city, their pressure felt lacking.
Significantly so.
Whether it was because they underestimated him or because they were simply arrogant.
Thoren could not say. Perhaps it was both.
They had ambushed him, seized the initiative, and still chose to waste time talking.
Ridiculing him.
Flaunting their supposed superiority.
What were they hoping to achieve with words?
