Chapter 162: Battle Of Mythos
As the chaotic battle raged across land, sea, and sky, a sudden silence fell in one corner of the battlefield.
Igaris floated above the carnage like a god surveying his domain. His dark hair whipped in the wind, and his eyes gleamed with silent wrath. The ground far below trembled under the weight of destruction, but here in the sky, time itself seemed to slow.
"Swoosh, swoosh.."
Two powerful auras emerged from the enemy ranks, cutting through the storm like blades of fate.
The same bald man cloaked in golden war robes stepped forward. His halberd pulsed with runes, and the metal of its edge hummed with a sound that cracked the sky.
Next to him hovered a silent figure wearing a jade-colored mask that concealed his features. His body shimmered faintly, as if he was not entirely part of this world, and threads of unknown power flowed around him like ghosts in the fog.
These were not ordinary enemies. They were both Mythical Rank, peak beings who had walked battlefields beyond mortal comprehension.
Facing them without fear, Igaris met their gaze with the calm of a bottomless abyss.
"I do not know your names, but this is your final chance. Surrender now, and I will spare your lives. You will have the honor of serving in the world I am about to create. A world without chains or cruelty."
The bald man let out a cold chuckle and tightened his grip on the halberd. Sparks danced across its edge as it crackled with divine flame.
"You speak as if you already own the future," he mocked. "So arrogant, just like your brother. And do you know what happened to Izroth when he tried to defy the Skadi Empire? He died screaming, his dreams burned to ash."