The golden knight grabbed Mulkas by the collar of his shirt and leaned down, whispering in a cold, menacing voice.
"How about you witness true power? Hmm? The kind of power that protects, not oppresses. The kind that serves justice, not greed. The kind that doesn't bully the weak or betray the trust of those who believed in you."
Mulkas tried to run, but his shattered legs gave out, and he collapsed, unable to move. Javier grabbed him by the collar and dragged him outside.
Once outside, Mulkas was forced to watch. Invisible forces rained destruction upon his army. Mana missiles streaked through the sky, striking every tower, every fortification, every position where his soldiers were stationed. The whirling sound of attack mana helicopters, invisible to the naked eye, filled the air as they unleashed precision strikes across the battlefield.
Javier chuckled, holstering both his guns at his waist and clasping his hands behind his back.
