"ROAR!!!!!" Everyone had still been immersed in the power of Solam's spell when a hearty battle cry suddenly shattered their astonishment.
Not far away, amid a patch of ruins, a tall figure stood with an axe in one hand and a severed head in the other, throwing back his head and roaring at the sky. Once the cathartic roar ended, the towering figure staggered, began to shrink, then dropped onto the ground on his butt.
Seeing this, Trism immediately dashed over to the figure and asked worriedly, "Di Si Ao, how are you?"
The figure was none other than Trism's younger brother, Di Si Ao. After going Berserk earlier, he had set his sights on a Fear Knight. Their battle had been earth-shaking and utterly wild—no tricks, just two burly men hacking at each other with heavy weapons. It was incredibly romantic, at least in Solam's eyes.
If Solam had not had matters of his own to handle, he would probably have found a good spot, grabbed a bottle of fine wine, and watched the two brutes fight savagely.
Precisely because everyone had their own battles to deal with, no one had paid much attention to Di Si Ao for a while. Of course, that could also be interpreted as confidence in him. After all, when it came to talent, none of them besides Solam could compare to Di Si Ao. This guy might not have been very bright, but his talent was truly outstanding. His physical abilities were absurdly strong; he was not the sort of man who would fall so easily.
Besides, Di Si Ao had already grown up. He was no longer the child who needed his brother's constant care. His battles should be completed by himself. He was a warrior, and a warrior who was always