Rider and Caster's Exit

"Even if I'm out of strength, beating you is still effortless."

Under the blazing sun, yellow sand billowed in the wind.

Across the dry, scorching dunes lay corpses upon corpses, blood flowing in rivers—a scene like hell on earth.

The soldiers' bodies were turning into clusters of crystalline spirit particles, dispersing into the air.

Leon gripped Iskandar by the throat, lifting the burly man's powerful body with one hand.

In his other hand, he held a broken spear shaft and drove it toward the chest of this bold king.

Squelch!

The leather armor over his chest was utterly useless against such overwhelming force. The shaft pierced easily into his body...