The leader gritted his teeth, determination burning as hot as the flames on his fists. This was his chance!
The anomaly, the one disrupting the higher realms, had come to them willingly. The leader didn't know why, and frankly, he didn't care. If he could subdue Clyde here and now, the reward would be immense. A promotion to the higher ranks, a place among the elites, it was within reach.
But he wasn't foolish. Charging in blindly would only get him killed. So instead, the leader hung back for a moment, eyes sharp, analyzing the fight.
The man — Clyde — was effortlessly parrying spears made of condensed magic energy with his bare hands. His sword, strapped at his side, remained untouched, as if he didn't even think these soldiers were worth the trouble of drawing it.
That arrogance fueled the leader's anger, but he shoved the emotion down. He would need a clear head for what he was about to do.
