"You knew I was coming and still had the nerve to zone out? What, am I that easy to ignore…? You filthy, worthless bastards…"
The voice came from behind them—calm, cold, and laced with contempt. In the next instant, a surge of Sacred Realm energy exploded outward, and Cicero's figure materialized behind them like a phantom.
In that moment, both Manticore Rhazgor and Manticore Vorgath froze in place, their bodies going rigid.
Their eyes widened, emotions churning—shock, fear, disbelief.
BOOM!
Cicero struck.
A dragon claw lashed out with terrifying force.
"GRAAAHH!!"
A massive tail, slick with blood, was sent flying through the air. Rhazgor's scream followed immediately after. Just one casual swipe—one—and Cicero had torn his body apart like paper.
The difference in power was staggering.
This wasn't a fight. It was a slaughter.
"I'm gonna kill you!" Vorgath roared, losing it completely after witnessing his comrade's brutal end.
