Max hovered above the battlefield, the chaos of clashing armies below roaring like a storm. The smell of salt and blood mixed with the sounds of destruction.
And then he saw him. Valerius.
The general tried to hide among the crowd, blending in with soldiers and sea beasts, but it was useless. Max knew him too well. One of his worst enemies, the right hand of King Charles III of the Soaring Dragon Kingdom, standing there thinking he could slip away.
Max's eyes flared with fury. He dove straight down.
He grabbed him, slammed him into the ground, and shattered his bones with brutal precision, making everyone around freeze in shock. Max cursed him as his fists rained down blow after blow.
"Coward!" Max roared. "Hiding behind others, thinking you'll survive!"
Valerius screamed in pain, struggling to speak. "P-please… it wasn't my fault… it was the king… King Charles… it's all his fault!"
