“I’ll leave the rest to you.”

Rahmadat courageously charged at Digor.

Bang! 

He threw a punch, but it was blocked.

His Highness Digor had distorted space to create a wall.

“...Tsh.” However, His Highness Digor was the one who got annoyed. “God. I’m pathetic.”

It was the first time he was struck with this unfamiliar feeling in centuries, and it weighed heavy on his shoulders. He had to take a moment to block an attack, which ended up almost hitting him.

The mage didn’t miss the opportunity to escape with the other humans.

‘And the magic that she used is…’ 

“Looks like you got lucky. Don’t get distracted!”

Once again, a fist the size of a pan flew toward Digor like lightning.

It was much faster than the previous punch, and it even shattered the distorted wall of space.

“Simply pathetic…” he muttered.

Crack, crack, crack!

The space around Rahmadat’s body distorted, and his fingers were forcibly twisted, along with his wrists, arms, shoulders, and the rest of his body.

“Keuk!” 

Digor clasped his hands behind him and squinted as he looked down at Rahmadat sprawled on the ground.

Digor’s eyes widened slightly. “Hm? Wait. You’re still trying to stand up? Really? Despite all those injuries?”

Every bone, vein, and piece of his tissue should have gotten distorted.

The man in front of him should...