"Nin-nine…NINE RUNES!" On the Shattered World Moon, three figures were gathered at the edge of the protective shell erected by the mystic-graded protective formation. The alluringly rich color of sky-blue gave the moon a unique beauty, a combination of water and wind energies that diffused all incoming disasters.
Of the three, one was left with their mouth gaping as they observed the ongoing battle and world-shaking shockwaves, feeling like a pinball that was sent to the edges of their starfield. This person was an Ascended being and could acutely sense the vigorous Mystic Intent and various Mystic Runes circulating around both parties from a vast distance, even distinguishing them.
SSK a little smug.
Ayo, you ain't shit son.
Teach this wannabe KING a lesson, Legion Commander!
My Recommendation? The Saitama Treatment. [Nods]