The Imperial Prince�s eyes opened wide at that moment.

Things were changing.

The sea of fire was changing.

He heard Honte�s voice again.

��We must kill him. We must kill him before they are all gathered together.�

He heard another voice at that moment.

One of the mages who were preparing to attack sat down and shouted out.

�I can�t do it sir! I, I can�t do it!! I can�t, a, attack while l, looking at that!�

The mage looked at the sight in front of him and grabbed his shaking hands. His eyes were focused on Cale.

Things were gathering toward Cale.

The black smoke, no, the black smoke skulls headed toward Cale.

Screeeeeech- screeeeeeech-

They shrieked as they moved toward Cale.

Cale didn�t care about that as he stood there with his head down.

He had this thought every so often.

�How would it feel to cause a shit show and flip everything over as a munchkin?� ( Munchkin is a term for an overpowered MC that can do everything on their own. )

Would it be refreshing?

Entertaining?

Fun?

�Fun my ass!�

It felt like shit.

He looked down at the ground.

He could see the melting golems.

He could also see the alchemist pilots who were burning to death or just blankly sitting there. JrNovels.com