"Warriors and wizards." An old man stood in front of thousands of mana users. A golden crown was circling his head full of white hair, softly reflecting the light of the sun.
He wasn't wearing his scepter or his robe and instead had put on an armor with a sword hanging at his hip. His intricate armor was made of full iron, and it was easy to guess that he was struggling with it on his back.
Everyone knew that this man wouldn't go to war with them, but as the king of Prasthana, he needed to set an example.
His kingdom was at war, therefore, he would be ready for it. It was his current message.
It was the first time Rohan saw this bastard standing in front of him. He imagined himself using Charge, bypassing his guards, drawing his saber, throwing a mana blade, and murdering this man in less than a second.