"You're not worth my swing," Maxwell said, tone colder than moonlight. "Send out whoever passes for your strongest."
A faint, icy smile traced his lips, as though he were watching a child's tantrum.
"What did you say?" Maximilian's veins bulged. "You're courting death!"
He gripped the axe. A brutal aura billowed from his frame, dark and heavy as iron fog. Black mist erupted around him, condensing into jagged armor that clacked into place over muscle and bone.
Sky and earth dimmed. Clouds rolled like bruises across the heavens. Even Onneas and the others felt their brows draw tight, the weight of that aura pressing on rib and lung.
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