A week later, Godfrey sat close to the end of the grand staircase of the broken ivory castle, watching two Royal Apostles duel.
Both fourteen feet tall Swordmasters clashed like two armies fused into two men. The movement of their swords, though they weren't using a strand of mana, made the air ripple violently as it whipped about like wind blades.
Their crimson manes tousled fiercely as they clashed, swords sparking from the intensity. Godfrey's eyes narrowed when he saw the earth crack and begin to split just from the clash of strength between the Apostles.
They were nothing like his generals, each of them were powerful progenitors but that wasn't what made them different.
The Apostles were not fused with any known beast but from the sap of the mana tree. They were the result of the Alchemist dabbling into forbidden territory, one of the most perilous, but it created these monsters.
