C278 The Form of the Sword

"I hope you'll be able to repeat those words in the future, Senior Zenimantia," Egerton said as he donned the sinister mask. The malevolent black energy instantly engulfed him, and the power that seemed to have been sealed away burst forth. The battlefield, created from the magic crystal, shook violently.

"This presence, newcomer, you!" "The power of the God of Carnage, such an intriguing human