XXXVII
The entire throne room was engulfed in a white light.
Grain had unleashed an attack with every ounce of his power, resulting in a blast rivaling nuclear bombs from Earth.
Remus extended his hands, then the mana from Grain's attack began to stabilize, reducing it's power by nearly seventy-five percent. With the force of the blast being reduced, he absorbed the rest of the mana. Leaving behind a powerful gust of wind, turning Grain's unbelievable attack, into nothing more than a minor annoyance.
"I saw that coming," Remus said in a sarcastic tone. "Do you want to talk, or should I put you down for a nap?"
Remus had grown tired of this boy attacking him, in his own throne room. He understood why Grain might be upset, but was still annoyed with the boys lack of tact. He could easily block the onslaught, but that didn't mean it wasn't tedious. The young man was insanely powerful for his age, after all.