Personal Courier

The instant the trio reappeared, they sprang into action.

Mana surged, sending tremors through the elements.

Thunder roared as jagged bolts carved through the heavens, their brilliance illuminating the ominous sky.

Sword Intent ignited, rippling outward in waves of lethal precision.

Then, three pairs of eyes gleamed with unrestrained killing intent, their gazes locking onto the nearest presence like predators marking their prey.

But the moment their eyes fell upon the face before them… their overwhelming power dissipated in an instant.

It was Klaus.

Yet, they were not the only ones who had arrived.

Iserios, Baldor, Aurelius, and Gorath emerged beside them, bodies ravaged, limbs twisted at unnatural angles, muscles torn and mangled.

Klaus regarded the once-proud warriors sprawled half dead upon the ground, his amusement evident.

"How pitiful. You were beaten within an inch of your lives"