|¬I shall offer you this chance only once.
Get out of this Continent with all your forces. Foreign Demons, get off this planet.
Do that, and there shall be no deaths here today. Refuse my offer, and your lives are forfeit.¬|
"!"
Evan's magic power output continued to rise with each passing second, the sheer pressure of the energy causing the ground beneath his feet to crack and slowly turn red-hot.
The ambient temperature climbed higher, sweat forming on the brows of all those present, with everyone below Level 700 instantly frozen in terror.
Their instincts screamed at them to run, but not a single part of their bodies obeyed the thought of movement.
Seith's face contorted as he felt the pressure Evan was radiating, his hand shooting for his sword and drawing it without hesitation.
Black flames enveloped the blade as it slid free from its sheath, and seeing this, Evan inclined his head.
|¬So you've chosen death, huh?¬|
