The air surrounding the secondary front line was thick with the scent of medicinal herbs and the ozone of gathering storm clouds.
Standing before the trio was Da'Er, a Giant General whose skin was the color of bruised obsidian, covered in jagged white scars that looked like frozen lightning.
Unlike the other generals, Da'Er carried no club; he wore heavy bronze gauntlets that hummed with a low, vibrating frequency, designed to shatter both bone and spiritual barriers.
He roared at them, his aura at the 1st Stage Nirvana Rebirth Realm exploding outwards.
"Why have I gotten myself involved in this?" Bei Nu grumbled, his fingers flying through his storage ring before he adjusted his glasses, which were slipping down his nose from the sheer pressure of the giant's aura. "I should be in a climate-controlled lab, weighing star-grass, not staring at the literal personification of a blunt-force trauma."
