Insufferable, wild, haughty, the man was a scoundrel through and through.
SHIING… He slowly and exaggeratedly drew his sword, letting his opponents marvel at his figure before death.
"When you go meet your maker, tell them that they owe me an apology. This is not a worthy challenge, it's a waste of holy energy… [Purgation Aura]".
And so, the holy knight swung his sword. At that very moment, the space around that area trembled intensely, followed by a raging, almost typhoon like burst of holy energy that quickly devoured the herd of hypogriffs.
The potent swirls of holy energy slashes that were released in that single instant quickly covered an area of more than a couple hundred meters in the sky and looked just like a raging typhoon of clouds from the point of view of the knights, squires, and the entourage of the king and queen.
Whoosh… even though the huge storm was high up in the sky, the burst of post tempest still hit those who were hundreds of meters below.
