War For Larm Pt.XIII

The tyrant of the North looked around the entire battlefield, scouting out the place and trying to get a read on where the Master of the West could possibly be. Originally, he had intended on hiding in the cover of his illusions then getting to the location of the master undisturbed, but the West was better than he anticipated.

For all of his illusions to be destroyed, and by someone that didn’t hold the reigns of the entire region, that was something beyond the scope of his imagination. Fortunately, that creature’s skill didn’t work on him, allowing him to create the image of overwhelming presence and ending it in one blow.

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Of course it ended in one blow! [Pride] was the strongest amongst the sins! He possessed overwhelming power and presence. His very existence was one of absolute domination. Bow? He would never! A fight that took more than one blow? Then he was playing about! Luck? That was simply a given!