The battle between D'andre and Xandros was a grand display of power, reminding the weaker caste just how weak they were compared to the powerhouse.
The simplest attacks utilized by those two were capable of killing even a Tier‑3 mage! Just their speed was even enough to slaughter a group of hundreds Tier‑3 mage in a matter of minutes.
These displays of power reminded Rowan just how strong he wanted to be.
If he was as strong as his friend when the cult arrived at his village, he would've stood his ground and drove them away.
'I will never let that happen again!'
Rowan swore to himself with so much seriousness and zeal displayed in his eyes.
He dragged his bloodied sword out of the chest of the last standing cultist.
The cultist fell on the ground in his own pool of blood, marking the victory of the weaker caste.
The surviving captives were filled with joy seeing the last of their attackers falling to his death.
