"Wow, I honestly thought it would breathe green fire," Ethan said, watching the dense cloud blanket the valley.
But before the words could fully leave his mouth, a horrific sizzling sound echoed across the terrain. Everything the dark fog touched began to liquefy instantly. It wasn't fire; it was a devastating, ultra-concentrated acid breath. The armored Invictus-class warships were reduced to bubbling pools of molten slag within moments. Even the flagship of the Impenetrable-class barely managed to hold its structural integrity together, its defensive arrays flickering violently only because it hadn't taken a direct hit from the core of the blast. With just a single breath, dozens of prideful military vessels had been reduced to absolutely nothing.
Witnessing such catastrophic devastation, the three Great Ancestors and Gusher, the prince's envoy, turned their fury directly toward the patriarch of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, cursing his ancestors back generations.
