Pulp

"This is almost too easy, don't you think so?" Dilan asked. He burst into laughter when he finished the last Tier 3 Ascenders around Clark Mekaz.

Dilan had held back a lot and had merely knocked out the Ascenders, instead of injuring, let alone killing them.

His body was shrouded in lightning currents and water bubbles revolved around his body as he looked straight at Clark.

"If you're too scared to fight me, just say the word, and we can enter the military base," Dilan said in a simple manner, not hiding that he enjoyed the uncertainty and trace of desperation in the eyes of the young man.

Clark Mekaz might be a few years older than him, but Dilan could easily tell that the young man had yet to learn a few things about the changes in the world.

In the past it might have been enough to be a Marshal, a General, or to belong to the most influential military family on the continent, but that was not the case anymore.