Malrik floated with an indifferent gaze; although these two had lived for centuries, it did not mean their power, talent, and experience rivaled his. He was a monster, a genius of the highest echelon, a being who stood on his own plane of power, far beyond what they could hope to comprehend.
The Commander and Vice Commander stared at Malrik with burning gazes, their bodies brimming with energy, crackling red lightning, and raging blue flames that surged and twisted around them with destructive intensity.
The Commander spat to the side, the color of his saliva red as it was mixed with blood. "Brat," he stated coldly.
Although they had been injured, the ridiculous armors they wore had tanked most of the attacks, thereby minimizing every injury they sustained. Beyond that, their armor seemed to possess regenerative properties, subtly enhancing their natural healing and restoring their damaged bodies at a steady pace.
