The Duke completed all of this as if he were just brushing off some nonexistent dust from his sleeve.
His gaze finally fell on the nearby young survivor, who had collapsed to the ground, eyes wide and mouth agape, resembling a clay sculpture or a wooden statue.
Tom looked up at the young man standing on the back of the giant eagle, like a god, and then at the battlefield that had instantly been wiped clean, his mind blank.
The knight-level master he once could only look up to fought against the Insect Race with blood, yet still could not escape death. Meanwhile, the one before him had merely moved his fingers, turning those demonic monsters to dust.
At this moment, the definition of power in his heart was completely overturned.
After receiving news about Besom County, the Duke immediately took the Storm Dragon Eagle to investigate the situation.
Vivian stayed in Maple Hill County, handling various affairs there.
