lerated.
Countless possibilities flashed through his mind in less than a heartbeat before they were discardedthat terrifying aura grazing his body, and even the slightest mistake threatened permanent damage.
But that balance had changed.
If the destruction coating their weapons acknowledged neither ally nor master, then every one of those weapons had become just as dangerous to the Hellish Centaurs as they were to him.
They no longer possessed eleven unstoppable weapons.
They possessed eleven opportunities to destroy one another.
Which meant only one thing.
None of these Hellish Centaurs truly controlled the Destruction Aura. They merely borrowed its power from Mundus, and because it wasn't truly theirs, they were just as vulnerable to it as everyone else.
With that realization, White bent down, seized the chained weapon from the ground, and spun it heavily through the air, the immense weight causing the surrounding atmosphere to howl beneath its momentum.
"Comeg theng!"
