Messi, The World Cup Champion - Part 2
As they were generals, I didn't need to reason with them using words or personal might. I controlled my chariot, flew directly towards them, moving in a direct path to welcome their approach.
Aside from them being a hot cake in my eyes, a trophy I wouldn't say no to acquire, I wanted to go over them and head towards the place they came from.
I was lucky to find such a paragon nearby. But I doubted I'd find another paragon this easily. The one who kept hammering my shields using his artefact stopped attacking. And that meant one thing; he already started to run away for his life.
The only lead I got was these generals. In such distressed times, the only place that could harbour such a big gathering of generals and elite soldiers would be the main base of the enemy.
And I'd safely assume the presence of at least a couple of paragons over there to supervise over the entire progress of this war.