Chapter 145: The Immovable Wall
High above the burning city, Draven Mordis stood on the glass balcony and watched his squad plummet toward the earth.
His featureless white mask hid a pair of incredibly cold, calculating eyes. Draven watched the Null-Fiends tear through the streets below.
He analyzed their biology with perfect clarity. Their obsidian scales were designed to be perfect sponges for elemental mana. Fire, water, and lightning spells only fed them.
But magic and physics were two very different concepts.
'You can absorb a fireball,' Draven thought pragmatically.
'But you cannot absorb the kinetic momentum of a falling meteor. My SSS-Rank Conceptual Vector Authority is not an element. It is raw, physical force.'
Draven heard the distant screams of the dying civilians. He did not look away, nor did he feel a sudden urge to play the righteous savior. He hardened his Warlord heart.
