Jolthar- a force of nature

The assassins hidden in the shadows of nearby streets were equally stunned.

The massive light that had cleaved through Chitterea's army was no mere combat technique.

It was a statement of absolute power, a display of destructive capability that defied comprehension. Hundreds of soldiers had been instantaneously obliterated, their bodies reduced to nothing more than a gruesome memory.

Jolthar stood in the centre of the carnage like an apex predator.

His posture was relaxed yet coiled, a living weapon ready to strike at a moment's notice.

The surviving soldiers of Chitterea looked at him not as a man but as a monstrosity—unpredictable, devastating, and utterly merciless.

Dagur's expression contorted with a mixture of rage and anticipation.

Ozug, unable to contain his fury, roared and charged towards Jolthar.

"Bastard! Who the hell are you?"

But Jolthar was prepared.