Aurelus could still feel his hands numbed from the impact of the bazooka shot.
The weight of the blast lingered in his bones, his ears still ringing with a sharp vibration that refused to fade for a while.
For the first time in years, his body registered something beyond irritation or mild strain.
'what the...'
To be pushed back that far by an artifact tool, even for him, was startling.
He flexed his fingers slowly, his sharp gaze locked on the strange weapon clutched in the mysterious knight's grip.
A hint of curiosity flickered in his fiery eyes.
"What an interesting artifact. I have never seen one before." His voice was low, but the battlefield seemed to hush just to hear him.
He studied the gun for a brief moment before shifting his focus to the mysterious knight standing across from him.
"Impressive. For a level twenty-seven knight to release magic power on par with a level fifty mage… I think I want that artifact for myself."
