General Maxwell. A rare talent of planet Truy, respected and feared by many across the vast cosmos. He was the only dual elemental swordsman on the planet, and indeed the entire Nebula, his name whispered in awe and trepidation.
Aaron stared at the man across from him with genuine intrigue, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the formidable opponent.
His dual swords cast an oppressive visage over General Maxwell, enhancing the stern lines of his face, the weapons humming with raw elemental power that seemed to warp the air around them.
"Do you know how many lives were lost to your assault, you bastard?!" General Maxwell yelled, the anger clearly visible in his piercing eyes, veins bulging on his forehead as his grip tightened on the hilts.
"Before me, life and death hold no meaning. I care not for one over the other," Aaron replied calmly, not morally triggered by General Maxwell's berating, his voice steady like a gentle breeze amid a storm.
