Sylas' momentum was so violent, waves of the armies were blown back. Demons began to spontaneously combust, their simulated Runes unable to withstand it in the slightest.
Robareda covered her eyes with a forearm, an expression of what could have only been fear flickering in the depths of her irises.
She had never seen a man like this in her life. She had only ever heard of them from a far-off distance—individuals who broke the common conventions so thoroughly that what made sense for the common folk and even the geniuses amongst said commoners could never be applied to them.
However… all these men she had heard of were members of legendary S-Grade Races, people who lived in a Heaven so far from their own, even the Emperor Sanctum never came into contact with them, let alone they as subordinates of the Emperor Sanctum.
