Bryan stepped forward, and nodded, “Yeah, I am the god of war, and you just made an offence that will make me kill you!”.
“oh god, you..… the God of War, we are really in trouble, and i don't want to do this, it is because i am short of money, i ought to die”, one of them cried out.
“PLEASE, spare us!”, The other begged.
Zaiden’s heart pounded in his chest as fragmented stories of his master flashed through his mind.
His magic teacher, a revered sorcerer, had often spoken of God of war, a man whose raw talent and discipline transcended mortal limits. Bryan learnt magic the same place Zaiden did, and he surpassed the last stage. The Gold level.
Zaiden had idolised the god of War, dreaming of the day he might meet him—not realising that he had been provoking him all along. If Bryan had used powe……
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