The herald said nothing and floated back, the fallen sovereigns stood forward and faced Azathon.
He alone against 15 fallen sovereigns yet he showed no fear, his eyes radiated the confidence of a man with assurance.
He pointed his spear at them, " Come you worthless insect." His spear glowed with blinding light.
He stabbed, space and time bent in front of the spearhead, it pierced through the void of space like a beam of light.
Azathon moved Impossibly fast, the fallen sovereigns had not expected him to attack so abruptly.
Before they could react he pierced through the heart of one of them, she was the weakest of them at only level 2.
She looked down on the massive hole on her chest, her eyes shook with fear as she clutched her chest desperately.
Most fallen became fallen out of fear of death, believing the void would win they surrendered themselves to be its dogs.
