As Samael finished his taunt, a heavy silence fell over the members of Eldorin. Muscles tensed, spells were primed. From their brief exchange, it was clear that this man, this Apostle, wasn't merely powerful. He was a calamity in human form.
Each of his effortless strikes had fatigued and injured two of their finest. And that wasn't him trying.
Leon knew it. He felt it in his bones. If Samael ever chose to fight seriously, this skirmish would become a slaughter. As the commander of this mission, Leon had half a mind to order a retreat. But his gut whispered a darker truth:
Samael wouldn't let them leave.
Why would he?
He was far more powerful than anyone present, and he did not need to grant them mercy. If anything, Samael should be hunting the members of Eldorin, just as they hunted the Demon Cult. Therefore, Leon knew that there was only one way to settle this…
"All of you! Cover me for a minute!"