Zarek stood still, calm amidst the chaos.
Soldiers surrounded him, weapons raised, gleaming tips aimed directly at his heart.
He said nothing.
To him, they were mere pawns, fodder that he could obliterate with nothing more than a glance. And he wasn't exaggerating.
But they weren't his goal.
His true target was the Level Nine Telekinetic Users. That was where the real challenge and the real thrill lay.
A grin tugged at his lips.
'Even if I lose... I won't die.
And if I don't die, I'll adapt.'
This was the perfect scenario for him, one he intended to savor.
His gaze locked onto a single soldier in the crowd.
With a flicker of his will, Zarek activated his Telekinesis. The soldier screamed as he was lifted high into the air, limbs flailing.
Zarek's pupils narrowed, and a dreadful creak echoed through the battlefield, bone bending under his Telekinesis.
