"Oh~ That sounds…" Javier's smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "Interesting."
He snapped his fingers.
Thousand of his latest puppet knights materialized around them, each equipped with sleek, advanced assault mana rifles, their metallic forms gleaming under the sunlight. The sheer number and presence of the machines were overwhelming, surrounding the captives in a perfect, silent formation.
Javier spread his arms, his grin turning predatory. "Do you mean… power such as this?"
He raised his palm upward.
The ground beneath them felt heavier than even the gravity zone they had passed through earlier. Every enemy face was pressed into the dirt, unable to move, their bodies crushed under the immense pressure.
"Or… like this?"
Jaigar's eyes widened, strained and bloodshot as he struggled against the crushing gravity. Gorak gritted his jaw, veins bulging on his forehead.
