At The Cusp (+ A/N Update)

The rank 2 chieftain who wouldn't even be qualified to sit in the same room with Eon on a normal day now looked down into his eyes and smiled.

Eon, who wouldn't have even bothered to spare the weakling a glance, looked up into his eyes, a hint of pleading, bitterness and struggle on his face.

The chieftain didn't seem to care about those emotions. Nor did he care that whatever was left of the city that's now being destroyed by his tribe.

"No matter who you are, no matter how far you go, His words shall not be crossed." The chieftain drew a long breath, trying to control his face from contorting in rage. 

Yet, he couldn't help raising his leg and slamming Eon's head into the ground with his heel.

The ground shook for a moment before dust rose and joined the mushroom cloud in the sky.