Zaratul was weak.
Zaratul was supposed to be weak.
As a mere Level 20+ Mage now, he was supposed to be easy to kill, he was supposed to be like any other Mage out there, he was supposed to die when surrounded by so many enemies, and yet… yet why was the world burning?
"ARGHHHHH…!"
"My leg, I can't feel my legs!"
"MY HEAD, AHHHH…!"
BZZZT!
…
"HE'S BREATHING FIRE!!!"
"HOW CAN HE BREATH FIRE?! HE'S NOT A DRAGON!"
"STOP HIM, BLANKET HIM, BOX HIM IN!"
"KILL HIM!"
KABOOMMMM!
…
"CALL FOR REINFORCEMENTS!"
"HE'S TOO STRONG!"
"CALL…!"
BZZZT!
…
At some point, the night sky darkened and rain started drizzling.
Amid the drizzle, blood soaked the night atmosphere in a gory haze as Julian moved like a natural disaster and attacked like a flood overtaking an entire area of this city.
Soon enough, his enemies realized that he was no mere Level 20+ Mage.
