The black sword in Daniel's hand slowly rose, and at that moment, the world reacted.
No explosion occurred, no wave of mana shook the sky. On the contrary, everything became quiet. Too quiet.
The wind that had been moving through the burnt ruins suddenly stopped. The ashes falling from the sky remained motionless in the air. Even the scattered flames on the dragon corpses went out.
And then time slowed down.
Rodric was the first to understand this. Not because of any special skill, but because his body began to tremble. His instinct, all his experience. All the years he had held a sword, they were all screaming.
Run.
He couldn't even stop himself and unconsciously took a step back.
He had faced very powerful enemies before. Enemies he had been able to defeat with the help of his soldiers, with difficulty and at a heavy price.
But the result was always the same. He would win.
