Sin King's Fist!
As these four words rang out one after another in the raging storm that had yet to subside, the entire command center instantly sank into a deathly silence; a certain aura, interwoven with fear and despair, was madly spreading, gripping the heart of every single person present in an iron clutch.
The next second, another deafening boom exploded; at the very instant that sky‑piercing black beam of light flared up, a radio operator who could barely force out a sound suddenly toppled from his chair onto the floor, his voice trembling: "Fifth Mixed Legion, [Veteran] Unit… Silence, he's here!"
It was clearly a warm season, yet a biting chill simultaneously burrowed out of everyone's heart, seeping into their limbs and bones. Even though the closest Sin Soak Tower had already been destroyed by the Dragon Clan, just those four words—[Sin King's Fist]—were more despair‑inducing than a hundred Sin Soak Towers!
