"Stop! Please don't make it hard on us!" A group of guards stood at the entrance of Zahara Kingdom and shouted at the group that had arrived. "You're not invited, please return!"
"I want to see with what qualifications you can say it!" The leader of the caravan grunted and released his presence. He was a powerful Free Human with a Silver Grade Human Avatar, one of the fiercest Generals of his Kingdom, and had personally ventured deep into Pranic Beast territories to slay their strongest.
But the moment he released his presence, it felt like he was standing at a shore, facing a cyclone. The sky and ocean had connected to become a spiralling wall of clouds, gushing down on him. And he, was naught but an inconsequential sand castle before this disaster.
