*Pam*

Kurt\'s head fell to the ground the moment Cavarl\'s blade passed by.

His body seemed to freeze, before slumping to the ground with Grenald\'s ax still embedded in his chest.

Only then did all the adrenaline rushing through Grenald\'s blood come to a halt, causing him to puke much more blood than before.

After that, he slowly removed Kurt\'s spear from his chest, before slumping to the floor now very pale.

His body felt heavier than steel.

With slow movements, Grenald checked his wounds and grimaced while doing so as every small movement was causing him pain.

Meanwhile, the moment Cavarl cut off Kurt\'s head, he stood still for a few seconds before falling face flat on the ground feeling like he could die because of how exhausted he felt.

His ears were still bleeding from the after effects of Kurt\'s special technique.

The technique he used to conjure up the red wind blade had thoroughly drained him, to the extent that he felt like sleeping right where he laid.

It was at this time that Kurt\'s body twitched.

\'Hmm\' Cavarl frowned and mustered enough energy to talk.

"Did you-"

But he never got to finish, because Kurt\'s body released an ultrasound wave.

*BOOM!*

Cavarl and Grenald were blown into oblivion without even being able to react due to being the closest in proximity and also being completely exhausted. The explosion blew away most of the thick dust fog, taking away a lot of mana particles along with it. Outwardly, it looked like the mana dome suddenly shattered.

The Experts at the back were thrown afar, and the same happened to Winston, his escort, and the missionaries that had come out of the mountain to understand the reason behind the large tremors that were resounding.

They were treated to terrible frequencies that completely disoriented them, almost destroying their eardrums.

The weakest among them died immediately from having their brains pop.

It was a gruesome sight, but luckily, the ultrasound wave phenomenon only lasted one minute, otherwise everyone would\'ve died eventually.

It was after it subsided that the Experts got a clear view of the disaster left by the Master-ranks while fighting, as the thick fog blocking their view was no more.

Cavarl came into view soon after.

He was lying in the ground unconscious, with his head bleeding, his left arm snapped in an obscene angle, and his staff blown afar.

And then…

*KUGH!*

Grenald came into view coughing out blood once more while his back lay on the earth with his face to the sky.

"Master Cavarl!"

With haste, the six experts rushed towards Cavarl and sat him up, before snapping his arm back in one go.

*CRACK!*

No matter how bad he was asleep, such a jolt of pain was enough to make Cavarl open his eyes.

The face of his subordinates was the first thing he saw.

He smiled, but narrowed his eyes a moment after.

"Stand me up" he said to his subordinates, who couldn\'t help but be baffled.

"But Sir-"

Cavarl didn\'t even allow the conversation to begin before cutting them off.

"I said, stand me up!"

With hesitation, they held his arms and helped him up.

The moment he planted his feet on the ground, he spoke aloud…

"WHAT IS IT THAT THE LIKES OF YOU ARE WAITING FOR? WE HAVE KILLED YOUR SO-CALLED MASTERS! GO BACK TO THE PIT YOU CRAWLED OUT FROM BEFORE THE SAME IS DONE TO YOU!"

His subordinates looked around, only to see the Expert-rank troops of the Avillian entourage standing still with looks of utmost confusion.

Cavarl\'s voice had drawn their attention, and when these men looked at Cavarl\'s sorry figure, other thoughts began sprouting in their minds.

Cavarl would have recognised the look anywhere. To make sure it never took root, he spoke again…

"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? GET OUT!"

But they seemed to be having second thoughts.

One of them suddenly came to the forefront.

"Let\'s attack him. He\'s still weak and riddled with injuries. With our numbers, we can crush him and take revenge for Sir Kurt!"

Dangerous gleams appeared in the eyes of these men as they looked at their numbers, then at Cavarl, and thought…

\'We can definitely kill him with our numbers\'

But Cavarl wasn\'t having any of it.

"GET OUT!" Cavarl spoke once again, but this time, he launched a wind blade, which moved faster than they could follow and killed the ones at the forefront by slicing their heads off.

The sudden attack caused their rising greed to waver drastically.

But Cavarl didn\'t even give them a chance for a comeback before five more wind blades were sent their way, killing ten amongst their ranks within seconds.

Such actions quickly thrusted them out of their dreams and into the face of reality as most began quacking.

\'Right, what was I thinking?! Injured or not, Master-ranks can still kill Experts like cattle\'

Even while they were thinking, Cavarl didn\'t stop and released two more wind blades.

Their thoughts of attacking died in an instant and they fled as fast as their legs could take them, each one running for their dear lives.

Of course, not before Cavarl left a final word.

"TELL YOUR KING THAT THIS MEANS WAR!"

A terrifying word was spoken aloud and the running experts could only run even faster as such a grand proclamation was made.

The moment they all left his sight, Cavarl slumped to the ground immediately.

Truthfully, the Expert was right. If they had attacked, Cavarl would have been killed or forced to retreat in order to avoid death.

But using his wits, he had used the tactic "killing the chickens to warn the monkeys" by killing those at the forefront to induce fear and terror at those behind, and have them run off on their own two feet.

And it worked splendidly.

As a subordinate administered a healing potion into his mouth, he told them to quickly administer one for Grenald, who had been the main reason why they were able to kill Kurt.

And while they might not be friends, for the fact that Grenald had sacrificed himself to save him, Cavarl felt it only natural that he healed him as a sign of gratitude.

After that, Cavarl slowly got to his feet with the help of his subordinates and began walking, although very slowly, towards the mountain.

\'It\'s time to check out the reason we were actually sent here\'

His mind was devoid of greedy thoughts, expectations of precious treasure, and such.

Only the desire to rest his exhausted body stood firm in his mind as he wanted to quickly finish the mission and get some rest as soon as possible.

The scenery along the way was nothing to write home about.

The aftermath of their battle had destroyed a large part of the forest, forming cracks all over the earth and toppling over many trees.

It didn\'t long for them to arrive at the foot of the mountain, which happened in conjunction with Winston\'s group and the missionaries.

"I am Winston, the admiral of the Whittown Missionary. Please to make acquaintances with an honorable Master"